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You got a grand tour of the palace, every inch of it more lavish than the next. Everyone showed you grace and respect when his mother introduced you and what your new title will be in mere hours. Some looked at you in shock, some looked at you like you are the most incredible being to ever exist. You felt like neither but thanked them for helping putting this ceremony together so quickly.

In a short eight hours, you are going to become a Valkyrie and Loki’s betrothed. It doesn’t seem real that your life would ever become this but you’re so thankful it is. You can live a life with Loki. Your biggest fear didn’t come true. After all that time worrying about getting too attached to him after knowing he’s a god, all seemed like it was so far in the past. Now you have a new future to look forward to. Whether it’s here on Asgard or somewhere on earth, you’re just happy to have him forever. 

You and Frigga talked for a while sharing that same sentiment. She insists that you call her Frigga and not ‘your majesty.’ Family doesn’t address each other that way, she tells you. She beams with joy and happiness for you both. This has been something she has always prayed for that Loki would receive in this life. All she wants is for her sons to be happy, especially Loki. 

She admits how she’s seen he’s never had the easiest upbringing. The tricks and the lies he was fed was only going to break him in the long run. She never wanted that for him and when she would bring this up to Odin, he would only act irrationally and never see it from her point of view. She explains to you how both he and Loki are so head-strong and stubborn, it’s like they were destined to never see eye to eye and always be in rivalry. She’s held onto so much guilt ever since they sent Loki away. So many times she wanted to visit Midgard just to check on him but Odin always disapproved and would not let her go. Seeing him today just showed her how much destruction they caused upon him and yet, he found something good out of it after all; you.

The same two maids are in Loki’s room- your room now, and look concerned when they see you with the Queen. She quickly explains to them what has happened and they both go to hug you.

“We’re so glad you’re not leaving, we already like you so much!” One of them say giddy.

“I’ll come and get you ten minutes before the ceremony starts,” Frigga says sweetly to you.

“Wait, can you help me get a ring for him. Something simple, black maybe?” You ask her. 

“Of course, I know just who to ask for such thing. I’ll see you soon.”

She closes the door behind her and you’re left with your maids. 

“What did you want to wear my lady?” They ask you.

“Umm well, I don’t know. I haven’t given this any thought. What do women normally wear for this kind of ceremony?” You ask unsure.

“They normally wear the colors of their betrothed but in your case, I think anything would be appropriate. You are still human, would you like to wear white?” One of them asks.

“I’d like to wear his colors and white. Can you put together something like that in a short amount of time?” You ask nervously.

“Of course we can,” they say cheerfully.

They get started on your dress, stitching ribbon and beading to a white chiffon dress they procured. You asked for some food to be brought up to the room while they worked on your dress and are so thankful for it. You’re starving and every bite you take is more delicious than the last. The fruit is the most decadent thing you’ve ever eaten and the bread is like indulging on pure happiness. You finish almost everything they gave you and are whisked away by one of the maids. 

She sits you down in the bathroom and redoes your makeup. This time, making it more dramatic and fixes half your hair in two thick braids, pinned carefully like a crown on top of your head while the rest falls down your back in loose waves. She adds more pins, sparkling diamonds and emeralds embellishing your hair.

Time is ticking by and you have to get your dress on. They help you get in it and it fits like a glove. It fit your bust and your waist snugly and tapered out in a loose, elegant manner. Your neckline is lace and has an ombré affect that starts out white at your torso and slowly fades into a deep gold up to your throat. You step toward the large mirror and take a look at yourself. This is a dress for a goddess and a few short moments, you are about to become his. They attach a sheer cape to the back straps of your dress. It’s embellished with crystals that dance in the light make you look almost ethereal.

“Thank you for putting this together, it’s better than I could have ever dreamed,” you say appreciatively. 

A small knock on the door makes you turn around and one of the maids goes to the door.

“Your majesty,” she bows and lets her into the room. Frigga is dressed in all gold looking regal as ever with a cape on as well.

“You look beautiful,” she says with tears in her eyes.

“Thank you, so do you.”

“We should start walking over. Everyone is gathered,” she says.

It dawns on you have no idea how many people are going to show up to this or if it’s going to be a small, intimate affair. Either way, you just care that Loki is there waiting for you.

You thank the maids one more time before leaving the room and walking out to the hallway. The hallways are lined with white roses and makes the whole place smell heavenly. You didn’t have nerves or any doubts. You couldn’t be more sure. You are walking to your new life and couldn’t be more excited. 

Frigga stops as you both reach the huge double doors again and turns to face you. She gives you another hug and smiles warmly at you.

“I’ll see you in there, you look beautiful,” she says sweetly.

“Thank you so much.”

The guard open the door for her just big enough for her to get in then closes them.

You can hear the roar of people in there and feel yourself go rigid. God did the whole kingdom show up today? You can’t dwell on that or you’ll be a sweaty mess.

“My lady, we’re going to open both the doors. Can you take a few steps back?” One of the men say.

You nod and gather yourself, taking a deep breath in and slowly let it out. Your hand tightens around the bouquet you’re holding and prepare yourself.

The guards nod their head at you and pull the heavy doors open. Thousands of people fill the assembly room and all stand for you. Your heartbeats wildly in your chest. But you take a step at a time and try to push through. The aisle way is lined with white rose pedals and smells just as heavenly in here. Your nerves disappear when you meet his eyes. They beckon you to come to him. He looks so handsome in his green and gold armor. His blue eyes really shine and he looks extra dashing.

For a moment, it’s just you and him. The crowd of people fall away and you only see him. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. He smiles softly at you, completely in awe. You really wanted to run to him and have him catch you in his arms. But you want to let this moment last and soak up every second of it. 

You finally reach him and Frigga takes your flowers for you. Loki quickly takes your hands in his like he’s been dying to touch you. He lets out a deep breath as if he’s been holding it the whole time you’ve walked to him. 

“You look incredible,” he murmurs. 

“So do you,” you say cheekily. 

The room turns silent when Odin steps forward. 

“Y/n of Midgard, you tasked with the greatest honor to date. You are to be a Valkyrie, to protect and defend all nine realms. Are you prepared for that?” He asks you.

“Yes, I am,” you say.

“I entrust you with this great honor, from becoming mortal, to a Valkyrie. You have shown me the sacrifice you are willing to make while on Midgard. There was not an ounce of selfishness in your actions making you a desirable human to take on this new role. I have no doubt you will do the same here in Asgard and beyond. Responsibility, duty, honor. These are not merely virtues to which we must aspire. They are essential to every soldier and to every King.”

“Do you swear to protect all nine realms?” He asks you. 

A chill runs down your spine as his words carry so much weight to them. 

“I swear,” you say firmly. 

“Do you swear to preserve the peace?”

“I swear.”

He pauses and looks at Loki. 

“Do you swear to protect Loki, Prince of Asgard from any and all evil that may come to him?”

“I swear.”

“Loki, kneel before your protector,” Odin directs him. 

He looks in your eyes for a brief moment, a mischievous glint sparkles in them. He smiles and gets down on one knee, bowing his head low. The sight is something you never would have imagined in a million years to happen but there is, kneeling to you and surrendering his life to you. 

“Do you accept this woman to guide you into a better life and protect your best interests?”

“I do,” he says with amusement. 

“I understand you wish to marry her, is that correct?” 

“I do,” he says as he slightly lifts his head to look at you. His eyes flash into yours and you want to crumble into a puddle. He’s so beautiful and you can tell he’s wearing his heart on his sleeve right now. He will do anything to make you his forever. 

“Then will you promise to love and cherish her for the rest of your days. To also protect her from any harm, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” he smiles. 

“Y/n, with your duties I’ve already given you, will you also love and cherish him for as long as you both shall live?”

“Yes, I do,” you respond. 

He turns and grabs a goblet that’s behind him. It’s golden with emerald jewels around it. He hands it to you and directs Loki to stand. He holds your hand as you both face Odin. 

“With this, I grant you the gift of being a Valkyrie. I have no doubt you will take on this new role with great dignity. Please,” he directs you to drink what’s in the goblet. 

You glance what’s in it and it looks like starlight. Beautiful, shimmering specs of light dance inside the opaque liquid. You glance momentarily at Loki, wanting to see his beautiful face again. He smiles at you and holds your hand tightly. You bring the goblet to your lips and drink the liquid. It didn’t have any particular taste, but you can almost feel the starlight start to glimmer within you. There is no pain or discomfort, just a new sensation that you’ve never felt before. It makes you feel new and reborn. Your human life shedding away and a new divine one beginning.

You drink every last drop and open your eyes. You hand the goblet back to Odin and reach for Loki’s other hand. You feel like you’re in a slight daze and your body hums with a different energy. You look down at your arms and see nothing different. It’s just the new energy vibrating within you; your new magic. 

You look at Loki eagerly and he nods his head when he looks at you. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. 

Your heart flutters when you hear those words come from his mouth. There’s such an anticipation scratching at you, dying to kiss him. It’s been so long. 

“You stand before us a Valkyrie and your new name has emerged from your new soul. You are now to be called Beyla, Goddess of the Earth.”

Thunderous applause erupts from the crowd and leaves you in complete shock. You can’t help but beam with happiness. Odin calms the crowd down and everyone settles. The assembly room is now quiet waiting for whatever else might happen.

“Lastly, I grant you two to be married. To love, cherish, and honor each other for the rest of your lives. To never forsake each other, even in times of hardship and turmoil, you must always show love to one another.”

“Loki, do you promise to love and honor her, for as long as you live?” Odin asks.

“I do,” Loki says proudly.

“Please present her with your token of love.”

He looks behind him, and his mother has a small circular, velvet box in her hand. He thanks her and faces you again. He lifts the lid off of the box and you look at him in shock. 

There in between two cushions is the most beautiful ring you’ve ever laid your eyes on. The gold band is smoothly polished and at the center of it, a marquis stone that shifts with the light and sparkles. At first glimpse, it’s the most dazzling diamond you've ever seen, the next, it’s a green emerald. He takes your hand to put it on you and it glows.

“So you always have my magic with you,” he winks as he puts it on your ring finger. It glows the same shade of green when he uses his powers and seem to amplify now when he’s touching you. It then goes back to a sparkling diamond once he takes his hand off of you. You give him a mischievous look and he tries to hid the smug look he wants to give you. 

“Beyla, do you promise to love and honor him, for as long as you live?”

“I do,” you say with glee.

Frigga hands you the ring box. You requested something simple and not too flashy. You open the small box and find an onyx ring, hammered in texture and shines just enough in the light. You take Loki’s hand and slip it on his finger. 

“With the power within me, I pronounce you, husband and wife.” Odin announces and takes a step back.

Loki pulls you in by the waist and your arms instinctively wrap around his neck. He gives you this devious look right before he kisses you. God how has your life come to this? He presses his lips against yours and you feel your heart flutter away. You feel so full of love, so content now that you have him. He dips you back lower and the whole room explodes on applause again. You smile as you kiss him, love beating out of you and so thankful this is your life. 

He pulls you up and you both laugh. You didn’t have to say it, you know he’s knows how happy you are in this moment because he too is beaming with joy. He pulls you down the stairs and down the aisle as more rose pedals get thrown at you both. You wave at everyone as the double doors open again. Loki pulls you in again, stealing another kiss that leaves you breathless. 

*

The largest gathering you have ever seen takes place in the banquet room. So much food is prepared and everyone drinks to their hearts content. You can’t believe how incredible it all is after such short notice. You wouldn’t have noticed the difference if they were told two weeks ago or two hours ago. From the decor to the feast, everything is perfect. 

You make your rounds of talking to everyone here and lord, there is so many people. Everyone wants to know you and hear about what your life was like on earth. It’s a really weird thing to grasp at the moment. You don’t think you’ve comprehended that in a blink of an eye, your human life would no longer exist. You now live for this and everything that will come next.  Everyone is very kind to you. Even the ones who aren’t particularly fond of Loki. They respect your position and know you will protect him from himself at times. 

Loki’s hand is always holding yours or standing closely behind you. He’s so good at tagging along in the conversation and smoothly dragging you away to the next. The wine here is decadent. Everyone is handing you another and insisting you try this fruit you don’t have on earth. It’s a wonderful time and it’ll be a great memory as your first night on Asgard. 

Loki gets trapped in a conversation with some warriors and you get pulled to another group of people who want to ask you a million human questions. You’re itching to get out of the conversation when a booming voice comes from behind you just in time. 

“Excuse me, I have yet to meet the newest Valkyrie.”

You turn around and Thor stands a few feet away from you. He’s wearing his shiny silver armor, red cape flowing behind him. The sight of him annoys you slightly. After the altercation on earth, you don’t know what to say to him. Frankly, nothing good to say after the hateful things he said to you and Loki. 

You walk to him, shoulders back and chin high, not letting him intimidate you. You were technically a powerful being now too... with no knowledge of how to use such powers but whatever.  

“Thor, nice of you to come,” you say shortly. 

“Beyla, it’s an honor to be here. I wanted to congratulate you both,” he says cordially. 

“Thank you.”

“And I also need to apologize for our last interaction...” he says regretfully. 

“Ooh which one? The one on earth where you called me a hostage and I know nothing?” You say smartly. 

“Yes, that part…” he winces as he hears your scathing words. 

“I’m very sorry for the way I acted. I shouldn’t have said those things to you. And the way you wanted to sacrifice yourself for my brother… I was very wrong about you, and I’m sorry.” 

His words come out so genuine and is the complete opposite of what you saw that day in New York. You believe every word too, it clearly pains him to have said those things to you. Now that you’re tied to his brother, he’ll never treat you like that again. 

“All is forgiven. I understand how this all was… a shock. I wish we could have first met on better circumstances but, I’m here now. I’m not leaving,” you quip. 

He smiles back at you and picks you up off the ground and hugs you, squeezing you tightly. He makes this boisterous laugh and spins you around. 

“I know! I’m so glad you’re here! I’ve always wanted a sister! Someone I can talk to and fight with!” he laughs again and you find yourself giggling too by his goofy energy. He stops spinning you, “I probably shouldn’t fight with you though… being a Valkyrie and all. You’d probably kick my ass… one day,” he teases. You laugh and agree, “yeah just give me a few minutes to train I’m sure I’ll win a fight with no problem,” you antagonize. 

“Will you kindly put down my wife?” Loki’s voice echoes behind you. 

Thor turns around to face Loki and sets you down. Loki walks over to you both and he has a very amused look on his face. 

“Please invite me to this battle, I’d love to see you fall on your ass,” Loki antagonizes Thor. 

“Oh I don’t doubt you’ll be in the front row, brother,” he chuckles. They look at each other kind of awkwardly for a moment, then Thor pulls him in for an embrace. It surprises you, not expecting the brothers to show affection like this. 

“Good to have you back,” he murmurs to Loki. 

“Thank you,” Loki says, patting his back. 

Loki looks back at you, reaching his hand out for yours. 

“Let’s go get something to drink darling,” he says, politely pulling you from Thor. 

“Bye,” you wave at him and quickly catch up to Loki. 

“I leave you two seconds alone and my brother has you in his arms. You’re supposed to be protecting me from any chaos I might cause, remember?” He teases you, his hand squeezing at your hip to pull you in closer.  

“Forgive me, I’m still getting used to this new Valkyrie thing my love,” you quip, reaching up and placing a kiss on his cheek. 

You grab a glass of wine and you both make your way back to an empty seat at the long table. You’re about to sit down when Loki picks you up and sets you down in his lap. Your cheeks flush and you look at him in shock. He acts completely normal, not even phased by what he’s done. You both get some noticeable looks and he only makes the situation worse. He places a kiss on your neck. 

You feel your entire body burst into flames. You grab onto his arm tightly and try to not make a noticeable sound. 

“How are you enjoying the party, my darling,” he coos in your ear. 

“It’s wonderful. So much grander than I thought… but what do you think you’re doing right now?” You warn. 

“I just need my wife close before anyone else takes you in their arms. Is that a problem with you?” He teases. 

“With you, it’s a very dangerous move. I know how you think,” you warn. You brush his hair back to show more of his beautiful face, your fingertips playing with the strands in between them. 

“And what is it that I’m thinking?” He asks you, that devious smirk on his lips. 

“You want me to lose every ounce of control in front of everyone,” you grumble. 

“Oh what a lovely idea, thank you for putting that in my head,” he quips, going back to kissing you. 

You close your eyes and let him do whatever he has planned. You’re powerless compared to the charm he possesses. His hands squeeze your thighs and you do everything to not make a sound. He feels too good, his touch is amplified by the magic you now possess. 

You kiss his forehead and trail down to his ear, nipping at the sensitive skin of his neck. Your hand slithers down to his thigh, knowing he can’t help but rub against your hand. He makes a small groan, and turns his head to look at you. “You know that drives me insane,” he murmurs low in your ear. 

“Good, enjoy it,” you torment.

He looks at you with a carnal need, something you are very familiar with. You tease him a little bit longer and stand up, whispering into his ear. 

“I want you to take me to our room now,” you tell him. 

His serious eyes drown you in lust and he nods his head as if in a daze. 

You lead the way, not looking back if he’s following you. He’s close behind, matching your footsteps. Down the long hallway, you make it to the bedroom and open the door. The bed is nicely made and a dozen or so candle illuminate the room. It smells like warm vanilla and jasmine, making the room feel so warm and cozy. 

You unclip the cape from your dress and find Loki closing the door and turning the lock. His eyes drink you in like wine, slowly, savoring you in this moment. 

“How do you feel tonight, darling?” He asks you, taking a few steps toward you. 

“Wonderful, and you?” Your eyes drink him in just he same. He’s so damn irresistible. The way his hair frames his face in a dark halo, the leather suit hugging his body in all the right places and his long legs makes him look like walking sin. 

“I couldn’t be better. You look magnificent darling, so angelic in white,” he observes. He quietly walks to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to his warm, needy body. You feel how turned on he is with his length pressing against you, aching to become free. Your hands tangle in his hair and you let out a soft sigh. 

“Thank you… I need something from you tonight,” you say quietly. 

“What is it? I’ll give you anything,” he says almost drunkenly. 

“I need you to worship me,” you demand. 

You place another kiss on his neck and look into his eyes. 

“Please,” you say low.

He takes a sharp breath in, licking his lips hungrily.

“Gladly.”

His eyes ignite with need and desire, every cell inside him burning. You turn around and have him unzip your dress without saying another word. He pauses, not attacking you like a hungry animal. No, there’s something resigned about him tonight. His fingertips shake when he grazes the curve of your back, almost like he’s afraid to touch your skin. He unzips it fully and peels it off your hips, leaving it in a pool at your feet. You turn back to face him and he’s still staring in delight at you. Your fingers graze the small crest on his chest, aching to touch his skin again. It felt so long since you were in his arms, happily and absentminded. When you naively thought he was just a mysterious man whisking you away from a party.

His breathing is shallow and slow, seeming to hold his breath being so close to you. 

“How do I get this off of you?” You say slyly.

He takes your hands and has you unbutton the top half of his suit, hidden underneath the leather crossed at his chest. Once it’s off, your hands instantly rub his sculpted chest, feeling every perfect inch of him. The loud thud of leather hits the floor as your hands continue to explore him. Your mouth gives him the same treatment, slowly kissing him, making sure every peck is agonizing for him. A low grumble forms when your hands reach his waistband of his pants. You stop short, not touching him any lower.

“Take these off,” you tell him. You walk to the bed, treading slowly to make a show out of it. You sit on the end of the bed, crossing your legs and wait for him to come to you. 

You’ve never seen him like this, so speechless and benign. You could get used to this.

He unbuttons his pants as he walks his way to you. He sheds the leather off of him and stands before you completely bare. He’s perfect. Every last inch of him. You want to touch him more but he needs to please you first. He bites the inside of his cheek, looking down at you destitute and forlorn. 

He shakes his head slightly, cursing underneath his breath, “I-I need you. I need to ravish you in every possible way,” he growls. 

Your body tingles at that prospect but you try to hide how it’s making you feel.

“No. I need you to worship me, then, if it is to my liking, I might let you do whatever you please,” you tease.

His eyes grow dangerously dark by that proposition, nearly making you a complete puddle in front of him. 

The unbearable, aching throb in between your legs is growing worse by the second. You need his touch, his lips on your skin, his tongue, his cock claiming you as his. You don’t understand how you can be so touch deprived for one man-, one god. And that god is all yours now, hanging on your every word. You open your legs and watch him fall to his knees. He places his hands on the top of your thighs, rubbing them softly and begins to kiss your inner thighs. He groans softly that he gets to feel you again, taking his sweet time. 

The feeling of him kissing you like this is new and unexplored. There’s a different spark between you two. It’s more intense. A string of magic connecting you two together to create an immense force. 

You find yourself out of breath already, your entire body buzzing with an indescribable need. His lips continue to trail up, dangerously close to your core. But he never gets there. He’s too focused on kissing you, making sure every inch of you gets the proper attention that he doesn’t notice your body trembling. You can’t help but feel on edge. You feel your nipples peak with each kiss he gives and your pulse races in your neck. You feel on fire and yet you need more of his hands. It wasn’t good enough that they are squeezing your thighs and his mouth teasing you to death. You wanted his hands in your hair as his mouth leaves little marks on your skin.

“Honey,” your voice trembling. 

He stops, looking at you with concern. 

“What is it, darling?”

“I have a small request.”

“I’ll give you anything, darling,” he says eagerly, his eyes soft and full of need.

“I want two of you, two of you worshiping me…” you sigh.

His face drops in disbelief and looks at you hungrily.

“Are you sure about that?” He asks devilishly.

Your heart hammers against your rib cage with that simple question, those eyes making you want to pass out.

“Yes, Loki…please,” you whisper.

He nods his head at you and his lips form into a sly smile. He dips his head down again and begins to kiss your thighs again. His grip on your legs tighten and he grumbles to himself as his mouth consumes all of you. Your core throbs more as his lips get closer and closer to the wetness leaking out of you.

You close your eyes and let your head fall back, wanting to completely submit to what ever he will give you. Suddenly, the bed dips behind you. Your eyes shoot open and you hold your breath. His lips find your neck and places a wet kiss there. He grumbles when he feels your warm skin.

“Mmm… hello again beautiful,” he coos in your ear. 

Your skin prickles with anticipation, feeling unglued already. 

“One of me wasn’t good enough, hmm?” He taunts.

“No, I need your hands more than one place,” you whimper.

His hands wrap underneath your arms and around your torso like ivy, slowly caressing you and grabbing handfuls of your breasts. You bite your lips to keep quiet, relishing in his touch. You don’t want to look over at him. You’d probably lose all control if you did.

Loki is still on his knees, teasing you and not giving you the touch you want. But the one behind you is giving you what you need. The slow caresses, the kisses on your neck, this is perfect. You feel his finger swipe up your slit and gather your wetness on his index. You look down at how needy he looks. He brings his finger to his mouth, swirling his tongue around to get every last drop. He groans, savoring you and looking into your eyes when doing it.

“I want more of you…can I have that?” He asks with as much mischievousness as possible.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He smirks and momentarily glances up at his double, watching him kiss on you and crumble at his touch. He looks back down at your leaking pussy and pushes one of his fingers inside you. You squirm from the sensation, all too sensitive and aching at the same time. The other one starts to roll your nipples in between his fingers, sending electric shock waves through you. You gasp and turn your head to see him.

He looks drunk on power and lust when he looks at you. He bites his lip slightly, working you to make a louder sound than the last. Between both of their fingers working you in different ways, you’re going to come undone sooner than you thought. Your hands grip tightly onto the comforter as sensations flood through you. You feel more sensitive than before. It could just be your imagination or it can be the new magic flowing through you that makes you feel so on edge.

Your hips begin to move to get more from his finger sliding in and out of you. You want to beg for more but he must know based off of the look on your face. He pushes a second finger inside you and you squeeze around him. He acts quickly, and places his mouth over your clit. The warmth of his mouth makes you melt and instantly cry out his name. His tongue teases over your clit then suckles on it to make you groan his name louder.

You can barely catch your breath, you’re trying to not get overwhelmed but he’s bringing you to the brink. The other one moves to the side of you and really looks at you for the first time. Those eyes are dangerous and make you feel like you’re on fire. His thumb rubs along your bottom lip as you stare in awe.

“Are you going to cum already, darling?” He asks smugly.

There’s no point in lying to him, so you nod your head and beg with your eyes for him to give you more. 

“Mmm, I better help with that then,” he quips.

He leans down and his mouth sucks on your perked nipple. You gasp and your eyes roll back in your head. His other hand continues to roam your aching body, softly and tenderly. 

You heave for breath and can’t think properly anymore. Your hips push against his mouth and feel the heat rushing to your lower belly. You don’t hold back any of the sounds you want to make. They both were killing you and you needed to feel the sweet release wash over you. He takes his mouth off of your clit and only pumps his fingers inside of you, curling them only when he’s deep. 

“I know you need to cum, show me how much you love it honey,” he commands.

You squeeze your eyes shut and feel the rush of release begin to form. You feel a hand wrap around your neck suddenly and that makes your eyes pop back open. It's the one next to you grabbing you like this.

“Yes, look at me when you cum,” he demands.

The rasp in his voice and his dark eyes make you lose all control. You feel your release come crashing down on you and make you feel like you’ve ascended to outer space. His eyes keep you locked on him, nodding his head as every wave of your orgasm ruptures inside you. You cry out his name, begging for more and for him to not stop. His finger keep pumping in and out of you, making the most lewd sounds come from your thighs. Your heart feels like its about to jump out of your chest the way they’re looking at you. You don’t think you’ve ever climaxed like this ever before and can’t describe how he can make you feel like this.

He stops moving inside you and pulls his fingers out of you slowly. You moan helplessly when you feel the loss of him. You turn your attention back to him between your legs. He stands up and he looks like a hungry animal, wild and untamed. He pushes back his hair out of his face and looks you over. The other one gathers all of your hair in its fist and pulls your head back. You yelp at the sudden force and shiver.

“Now, my beautiful goddess, you need to listen to us,” he growls in your ear.

“Yes, you asked for two of us, now you get to have every last inch of us,” he says darkly between your legs.

“I’ll listen to you, but I need you terribly please, don't make me beg. Don’t stop giving me more,” you cry.

They both chuckle amused, loving how they’ve gotten you so riled up. They move you up on the bed so that your head and your back are against the pillows. Loki that was on the foot of the bed, now climbs on top and continues to look over you ravenously. 

“I need one more thing… I want to see you with your horns on,” you say matter-of-factly.

He fights back a smile and in a blink of an eye, the gold, polished helmet crowns his head. This is a horrible idea. He looks even more powerful and menacing with this on. You feel yourself tremble again by the sight.

 “You’re going to ruin me, aren't you?” You whimper as your body fills with anticipation and intrigue.

He smirks at you and nods his head.

“All night if you let me… I have my full powers back again and don’t get so tired…” he alludes. 

“Fuck,” you mumble under your breath.

“Mhmm, I can tell you’re dying for me to stuff you and make you say my name even louder,” he gloats. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt you wrap around me.”

You squirm at that proposition and whimper softly, feeling your wetness spill out of you. He spreads your legs open and lazily strokes his hard cock, watching you make a mess already. Oh god you felt just as ravenous for him to ruin you. You wanted all of him claiming you from the inside out. You need him terribly.

The one next to you puts his hand in your hair and pulls on it again. You groan as he makes you look in his direction.

“And what am I to do?” He says deviously, his hard cock resting along your chest.

“You do whatever you want… I’m very good with my mouth though,” you quip. You swear his eyes turn a different shade of blue as you meet his gaze with as much intensity. You wrap your hand around his cock and watch his mouth drop open.

“And with my hands,” you taunt.

“Fuck,” they both moan.

Your hand continues to pump on his length and make him groan in agony. The other one between your legs begins to rub his cock against your folds and bites his lip when he does it. You feel that familiar spark of electricity run through you when he does this.

“Loki please,” you gasp. You bring your other hand to push his length to your entrance. He rests it there and you feel your walls throb by just the idea of having him inside you. He grabs a hold of your thighs and plunges his length in you. You groan loudly and watch his whole length bury inside you. You flutter around him already, so overwhelmed by the size of him and having your whole body feel on edge.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he groans. His hands squeeze tighter on your thighs as he slowly thrusts, trying to ground himself it seems. 

You feel so much pleasure course through you and can’t get enough. You feel the hand in your hair tighten again and he moves your head to look at him on the side of you. He kneels at the side of your head with his cock leaking with every stroke your hand gives. 

“Open your mouth, show me how much you can take. I know you can take all of it,” he glances down at where you and his double are connected and how his cock gets stuffed inside you.

You whimper, knowing you won’t be able to handle him in your mouth like last time. You swallow harshly and quiver. You’re about to protest, but the other one snaps his hips into makes you groan and snap your head in his direction.

“Listen to us darling,” he growls. “I want to watch this time while you have my cock down your throat and your pussy full of me.” 

You moan at his words and feel your body become fully aflame. 

“Yes, I’ll listen my prince,” you whine.

He thrusts his hips again and nearly makes you see stars. You gasp for air and writhe underneath him.

“No, in here darling, we are your king. You are ours and submit to only us, do you understand?” He grunts, moving with a long, and forceful thrust.

“Yes, my king, I do.”

He smirks and his hands snake up to your breasts and squeeze them. “Good, now open your mouth,” he directs.

The other one pulls on your hair again and makes you turn your head. You’re left looking at his aching, hard cock, throbbing in your hand. You open your mouth and you swirl the tip of him with your tongue. The warm, salty taste of his precum makes you moan against him and crave more of him. You hold him at the base of his cock and take him inch by inch, your tongue licking the underside of him causing him to shudder. They both make a pleased groan as he starts to move faster inside your entrance. The other moves his hips too while your tongue swirls around him.

You know he wants more but you can barely handle any of this. In one moment, you’re okay with how he is moving inside your mouth but the other, the other gets greedy and want more of you and tries to get you to squeeze around him. He will roll his hips with each thrust, getting deeper inside you nearly sucking the air out of you. It’s just a constant push and pull. When one is being dominant and needy the other is slow and soft, begging for more. 

His length hits the back of your throat and your eyes water. Your hand squeezes at the base of him and he pulls out of your mouth. You gasp for air and whine weakly. 

Both of them groan and you can’t look at them in the eye.

“Such a good girl. You look so damn good full of me,” he groans, his hips picking up pace and thrusting into you harder. You groan his name and feel your slick leak out of you with each thrust. You shake as you feel yourself going to fall apart soon.

“Open your mouth again honey. Show me how much you can take and I’ll make you cum,” he tells you groaning.

You look up at him next to you and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. He grunts heavily and slides his length inside your mouth. He’s much more untamed and is chasing his own climax too. He is in full control with his hand in your hair and his hips moving. Your throat makes vile sounds as he uses you to give him so much pleasure. 

The other finds your clit and rubs it back and forth as he continues to bury himself deep inside your pussy. 

You grunt with him in your mouth and feel your climax looming over you. Your body is aching for release again and you feel him pepper kisses up your torso. He sucks on your nipple and creates the relentless need inside you. You need to hold onto him if he’d let you or you might just die. Your hand reaches out and feels the coldness of his horns. You wrap your hand around it and his mouth stops sucking on you. He grumbles low as his hips pound into you harder.

“What do you think you’re doing,” he groans. You answer with a moan, keeping his length in your mouth.

“She likes it too much and doesn’t want us to stop,” the other taunts. You groan in agreement and feel your core tighten. 

He rolls his hips and thrusts deep, hitting that part inside you that makes you see stars. Your core squeezes around him and your orgasm hits you like a train. You can barely breathe and all you see are stars behind your eyelids. He fills you so completely and knows just what to do to make you even more of a mess. You’re so overwhelmed, can’t get a grasp on one or the other. They’re moving out of sync and are just fucking you to their heart’s desire. 

“That’s it honey, take it just like that. You feel so good around me, squeezing me so tight. So hungry for it, weren’t you?” He teases.

The other next to you hums in agreement, moving your head back and forth on him. “Of course she was. She just loves to feel how big our cock is and how it fits inside her. She loves when she gets two of us. It’s going to be a terrible habit to break,” he snickers.

You wanted to smack him for saying that, surely to get a reaction out of you. You hear him moan and his hips stutter in your mouth. You grab him at the base of his cock and squeeze there, the say way your core is now squeezing around his double. He cusses your name and pours himself in your mouth. His hot cum coats your tongue and the back of your throat. You moan at the feeling of him and how much he likes it. His body continues to shudder and he quickly pulls out of your mouth, spilling the remaining arousal on your chest. He looks out of breath and completely worn. You swallow what he gave you and lick your lips for any that spilled. He watches you continue to writhe and gasp for breath as the other is still needing to cum.

“Fuck you looked so good, darling. I can’t get enough of you,” he growls, grinding himself deep inside you.

“I know, I can never get enough of you either,” you cry. You can feel yourself become hypersensitive. Every stroke of his cock made you want to scream for mercy. “Honey please cum. I need you cum, I can’t take anymore.”

He goes to kiss you and it's an all consuming kiss. It’s sloppy and full of passion. You moan in his mouth as his tongue claims you effortlessly. Before too long, you feel his length twitch inside you and his cums moaning your name, your new name. You hold onto him tightly, your nails scratching down his back and cry for him. His pace slows as he pours his seed inside you and feels your warm wet walls hug around him. 

He collapses on your chest, both of your breathing heavy and labored. You feel the other take his hand out of your hair and get off the bed. You hold Loki against your chest and try to get your bearings again. You take your time and play with the hair at the base of his neck. The raven black tresses wrap around your finger and the glow of green catches your eye. You ring illuminates with his power and radiates up your hand. 

You shake him to get him to look at what you’re seeing. He grabs your hand and squeezes it, kissing the back of it, making it glow even brighter. 

“It’s just me, radiating my power to you and vice versa. You belong to me in every possible way and protect me in every shape and form,” he professes.

“Always, because I love you,” you whisper. 

“I love you even more.” He says, kissing you softly on the lips.

Your ring continues to glow with every little touch he gives you.

“You’re going to have to show me how to use this newfound magic I possess. Maybe telling me how you do all your little tricks?” You quip.

He smiles and considers such teachings. “Perhaps I can teach you a few tricks… get one step ahead of me if I want to cause any mischief,” he teases.

“Mhmm, exactly.”

“But the illusion thing, that might have to be my one secret,” he teases.

“You’re no fun,” you pout.

“Don’t worry darling, we have so much time with each other. I’m going to enjoy every waking moment with you. You’re my everything,” he coos.

You smile at him, nodding your head and caressing his beautiful face.

“You’re everything and more.”

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Standing in the strange chambers that have been placed at your disposal until the wedding night, you see your transformation in the mirror from a free maiden to a bride. Silks of white and ribbons of verdant and gold. Jewellery to match, of course.

Anyone would think you look beautiful – you do, you suppose – a smile on you lips that you have trained to maintain effortlessly to hide that the twinkle in your eyes come from unshed tears rather than joy.

Perhaps the maid that is helping you senses it, though: she’s keeping very quiet and avoid looking at your face as soon as the light makeup has been completed. She’s arranging the veil over your head when the door opens behind you, making her gasp and bow.

Loki. You see his reflection in the mirror.

“Your highness, you cannot be here!” The kind maid has the nerve to object. “It is tradition tha-”

“I don’t care,” Loki interrupts her. Not sharply as you might have expected, though.

Stepping past her, you see in the reflection how his eyes are on you but you don’t move to face him even as he comes to stand right behind you. For a moment he tries to find your gaze behind the veil in the mirror. Maybe to see if you are smiling at his presence? You are not.

Turning his head, he addresses the servant. “Step outside and close the door after you.”

The poor maid actually hesitates, looking to you for approval and you give it with a curt nod. Moments later the door closes.

The prince turns back to you, his fingertips skimming your wrist. “I know you did not ask for this union...and you may be mourning your old life.” His fingers loosely tangle with yours, giving you a chance to pull away if you wanted to. “I wish to be...I wish to be a good husband to you but I will need your help to find out how to honour you and make you happy. If you are willing to teach me, wear this when next we face each other.”

As he speaks the last words, something appears between your hands and you automatically take hold of it. Leaves and flowers, braided into a crown. Lifting it, you see the same colours as your outfit.

“I shall respect your choice. If you choose not to wear it, I will give you as much freedom from me as I can,” Loki explains before turning and striding towards the door.

“Lo- your highness...” You can see in the mirror that he pauses with a hand on the handle. “Thank you.”

You mean it.

When the maid rushes back, she reaches for the golden diadem in the box to fix the veil with.

“Not that,” you hear yourself say. “This one.”

As she fixes the flower crown on your head, you feel the unshed tears disappear.

With your robe and slippers on, you moved through the hallways of the palace, escorted by your servant and a stray Einherjar. Your footsteps echoed off the sparkling arches, your shadows drawing shapes with the help of the torches.

You were escorted until the large, imposing doors of your husband’s chambers, after which you were left alone. Your knock against the wood, although quiet in consideration of the late hour, sounded atrociously loud in the abandoned halls.

“… Enter.”

You cautiously opened one of the doors just enough to slip inside, closing it slowly behind yourself to limit the disturbance.

“Wife…? What in the Norns are you doing here?” Loki asked, one brow raised. He was stood in the middle of his chambers, black hair and sleepwear looking perfect for someone who had so clearly been asleep. There was a small, floating ball of soft light at his side. His magic, you ventured.

“Well… I do remember being sharply awoken a mere few minutes ago because you’d called for me.”

“Called for you… Ah. Yes, perhaps…” He looked away, pondering away at something and looking what you might only call the most embarrassed you’d ever seen him.

“It seems it was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” You urged, one of your own brows raised now.

“Yes, yes. Rather… I called for you, but it was… It was right as I’d woken up. It meant nothing, or… shouldn’t have been taken for my true word. The one time our servants opt to have stellar hearing.” He rolled his eyes, pushing his hair back with an annoyed expression.

“Therefore… you wish for me to leave?” You asked, crossing your arms.

You were quite annoyed, now. You’d been woken up in the middle of the night, gotten out of your warm bed and made yourself presentable in order to rush to your husband through the cold halls to play a dutiful wife, only for him to supposedly claim it had all been a misunderstanding. If this happened to be another one of his japes…

Loki looked you over, likely noticing how you’d hurried out of bed for him. He sighed.

“It… is late. Cold, too, arguably. You mustn’t make the trek back to your bedchambers if you do not wish it. My bed is big enough for two. For five, even. A technicality.” He grinned slightly, a little of his usual self returning. It looked right in its element there, his grin. In the middle of the night, in the quiet of slumber, with nothing but magic and night sky to bring it to your attention.

“You are certain?”

He huffed, already walking back to his bed.

“Wife, you have been in my bed before. Do not play the prudish bride now.”

You considered your options, and made your decision rather quickly. Between walking back to your lonely, now cold bed, and sharing a bed with your rather cold husband, you found yourself climbing into the other side.

Loki hummed, watching you climb into bed once you’d rid yourself of your robe and slippers.

“You are brave after all. Or, perhaps, is it the shadows in your rooms that you are afraid of and so you’ve opted to stay with your husband. The choices are not too different, I assure you. Though that will not reassure you of your final choice.”

“What are you speaking of, Loki?”

“Nothing, wife. Go to sleep. I am sorry I woke you.” He replied, voice much quieter now, his ball of light dimming with a flick of his wrist.

You both made yourselves comfortable in his bed, fluffing up pillows and pulling covers every which way until you felt settled. It was quiet now, but stilted, unlike what a marriage bed’s first months should be like.

“Why did you wake up?” You whispered into the dark.

“How do you know I simply was not awake the entire time? Brooding, perhaps.”

You glared in his general direction.

“… I had an… inconvenient dream.”

“You mean a terror?”

“How do you know?”

“Your murmuring woke me up when I spent the night here a few nights ago.”

“Ah. My apologies. A husband should not be waking up his wife in the middle of the night with his worries.”

“With what should he, then?”

Loki let out a small sound of amusement, but did not reply.

You assumed that the return of silence meant that it was officially time to attempt a return to sleep, and so you got comfortable, and closed your eyes.

However, you were startled a few seconds later with a gentle brush of a hand against your left calf. Your eyes shot open, a gasp leaving your throat.

“Loki-?”

He shushed you softly, the sound still coming from your side and definitively not from beneath the covers.

“What the Hel-”

“Wife, calm down…” Loki murmured, moving suddenly to embrace you from where he was laid onto his side, encouraging you to rest on your back.

You looked at him in pure terror. Why did he not believe you? You had felt something at your calf.

“Have you heard the rumours?” Loki murmured, caressing your side gently.

“The- What are you doing, husband? I told you I have felt something-” You hissed, moving to sit up and pull away.

Loki held onto you, whispering a word or two of comfort.

“All is well. All is well, wife. Stay calm.” He cooed, the two of you still looking at one another.

“Have you heard the rumours they tell of me? The ones about my many lovers, and of my expertise?”

You scoffed.

“Is this meant to be making me feel better? Putting me to sleep, are you?” You sneered.

Loki sighed.

“My, but you can be a stubborn mule when you wish to be. There is nothing to fear. It is only you and I in this bed. I swear.”

“I was warned that your words are not to be trusted.”

“Were you warned about my tongue and my talents with it?” He whispered, pulling you closer now.

“What? Loki, did you hit your head upon startling awake?”

He chuckled darkly and kissed your jaw.

“Before we were married, were you aware of what can happen in a marriage bed?”

“Yes, and then I experienced it. I have not forgotten your body, worry not.” You quipped, not understanding what he was prattling on about.

“So spirited.” He whispered, voice full of admiration. “That is not what I meant. Have you not wondered why I never kissed at your quim when I’ve kissed at the thing between all of my previous lovers’ legs?”

You huffed.

“I do not understand.”

“If you have heard of the rumours, it would only be natural that you would feel… lesser than for not experiencing it.”

“You think far too highly of yourself.”

He chuckled anew.

“Are you not curious, my wife? Of why I have not indulged? Of what it would feel like?”

“Fine. Let us say that I am incessantly curious so that this conversation can reach its end and we can go to sleep.”

“Because I have been scared. Scared that what is between your legs will please me in taste more than anything else ever has. That, like the rest of you, if I indulge, I shall not wish to stop.” He murmured against your cheek, still holding you close.

Your entire body went still in shock. Was he alright? Where in the Nine was this coming from? Was he suddenly trying to seduce you for some reason?

“I do not lie. Or come to you with this truth tonight in order to get something from you. I will do nothing to you, unless you wish it. However…” You felt the undeniable feeling of a kiss to your calf and yelped.

Loki shushed you, gently lifting the covers so that you could both look down between your legs, where Loki was now lying on his stomach. Loki?

“However, he, and I, would love for him to get a taste of your nectar. I am achingly hard at the mere thought, my love.”

‘My love’? Two Lokis? Had you hit your head?

“I don’t… I don’t understand.”

Loki shushed you gently, kissing your temple.

“It is simply some of my magic, my love. I am me, and he is himself, but me, as well. If you wish it, he will make you feel wonderful, and I will stay here, and hold you close all the while.”

“But… but why?  Why magic?” You murmured, the double now kissing slowly up the side of your calf.

“Why? Because I desire you ardently. Because I desire you so badly that I cannot, for once in my life, do both at once. I feel I could not enjoy giving you pleasure and seeing you receive it all at once. I must enjoy them individually. I would get too caught up in your taste, my love. Would go mad.”

You gulped, breaths already quicker as you looked to your husband. It had never been like this between the two of you before. But you couldn’t deny that you had heard the rumours and that you had always wanted to experience it for yourself. You found yourself nodding shakily.

Loki groaned softly, mashing his lips to your cheek.

You suddenly felt the kisses at your hip, the double pushing your nightdress up. You gasped, keeping eye contact with Loki.

Your eyes widened at the feeling of fingers – Loki’s fingers – spreading your folds open, and squeaked when you felt his warm tongue trail a line up your center.

“Loki-”

“Oh, I know, my darling. I know.” Loki murmured, kissing your mouth.

The Loki below the covers let out his own sound of pleasure, the tip of his tongue flicking repeatedly against your bud. It felt insanely good. Knowing it was him, but having him hold you through it, as well. Otherworldly and new, as all things seemed with him.

“I bet you taste so delightful. Ripe, ripe as juicy peaches. Norns, look at you. Trembling in my arms and I’ve barely started.”

Your breaths were coming fast now, a moan leaving your mouth as Loki’s lips closed around your bud, sucking on it tenderly, his fingers teasing your entrance without even penetrating it. Simply letting your center contract in anticipation.

“I knew you’d like that. Good… good.” Loki murmured against your mouth before kissing you slowly. His hand at your side moved to rest on your breast, thumbing your nipple gently.

Your back arched when you felt Loki’s fingers gently penetrate you, most of his focus still on your nub.

You didn’t know what to do. You felt you had to return the favour, your hand going beneath the covers, between Loki’s thighs. He hissed and his eyes rolled back once your hand made contact with his hardened cock, but he tutted, placing your hand instead on his double’s head.

“No. Not now, my love. Please, let me focus entirely on you and your sounds.” He pleaded, and at your shaky nod, he kissed you again.

The double’s tongue moving to replace his fingers at your entrance made you moan into Loki’s mouth. Loki held you to his side, still caressing your breast as he used his free hand to lift one of your legs onto his in order to open you up even more.

“Loki, oh, Loki, it feels so good-” You gasped out.

“I know, darling. And it makes you look so beautiful. I cannot wait to see you come.” He pulled the top of your nightgown down in order to kiss at your neck and chest.

The feelings were getting to be overwhelming. Loki’s mouth on your breasts, and Loki’s tongue tasting your juices all while his thumb rubbed at your clit. Your hand grasped onto the double’s hair pulling him closer to your womanhood, needing more and more of everything. You could barely breathe from the absolute Valhalla that your husband was letting you experience at his own hands (and mouths). You suddenly felt for all the women who did not have husbands powerful enough to double themselves in order to grant them pleasure.

With two of your husband entirely focused on your ecstasy, your sounds of pleasure came freely into the silence of his bedchambers. You could feel yourself climbing towards that elusive peak already, your thighs starting to tremble slightly and your lower stomach fizzing with warmth and giddiness. Never in your life could you have guessed that this is what your mundane night would end up leading to.

“Loki… mm, I’m so- I‘m-” You gasped out, unsure of which one you were talking to, the words slipping out.

Loki pulled his mouth off your breast, looking slightly flushed as he met your eyes.

“That’s alright, my love. Let it happen, let it come over you, my darling.” He soothed, kissing your neck and moving back to your side so he could kiss your mouth. He could not get enough of you. Holding you close and kissing you, all the while his double also held onto your thighs tightly, sinful sounds leaving him at the simple taste of you. The two of them in ecstasy from simply pleasuring you. The idea was startlingly new to you.

You came with a drawn-out call of his name, Loki moaning at your expression and at the sound you’d let out. Your vision went starry, everything but the heartbeat in your ears going quiet as you came down. When you found you felt more yourself again, you opened your eyes to find Loki looking over you fondly.

“You were absolutely exquisite, my love. As I knew you would be.” He murmured.

His voice was gentle, but you could tell that he was anything but unaffected. He seemed even more aroused, if possible. His eyes were dark, and they were settled onto your mouth, his own tongue moving over his lips.

You realized with a start that his double was no more.

“It is truly only you and I now, darling.” Loki said, lip twitching with his usual mirth.

“… That is a shame, I rather enjoyed him.” You mused coyly.

“Hm, he enjoyed you, too, minx. We can invite him back, I promise. However, some other time. I have a want to have you on my own, now.”

“I thought we were going back to sleep?”

He chuckled.

“How can you honestly expect me to go to sleep now, darling? I am still very much hard, and my mouth yearns to find itself between your legs. I simply cannot resist the urge after seeing what I can do to you.”

You huffed, the giddiness of your release making you bold and eager to tease him.

“Your mouth was at my cunt a mere few minutes ago, husband. You are forgetting yourself.”

His eyes sparkled with interest, his mouth curling up into a smirk.

“Filthy words. Look at what has happened to you after one instance of coming upon my tongue. My talents have changed you. Insolent, filthy wife.” He growled playfully, pulling the covers to the side and moving between your legs.

“Fret not, I will use my skilled tongue to bring you back to yourself, wife.” He grinned against the apex of your thighs, placing his first kiss to your clit shortly after.

His first glimpse of her was of her hand coming out of the opened carriage so that it could be taken by a coachman, helping her out and onto the ground. She was wearing another one of her dresses, and, he noticed with little difficulty (for he had taken care to memorize each one) that it was a new one. One he had not seen before. Likely something she had asked to be made while visiting her family.

He saw the small smile she gave the coachman in thanks, before beginning her ascension of the steps into the palace, her lady following behind her, her belongings behind them both. It would only be a few minutes until she was in front of him once more, her eyes caressing every inch of him just as his would every inch of her. He had spent their time apart yearning after her, spiting her kind heart even though he knew he had no right to. He appreciated every single thing that made her who she was, for each one of those things meant that she was the one who was to be his wife. If it was not for her kindness, he would not be getting married to the same woman, and so he would cherish it, even if it had caused his own selfish heart pain.

Loki, pulling at his fingers which were currently behind his back, walked back over to his favoured settee, the one closest to the fireplace, and sat down in a pose he hoped conveyed relaxed confidence. He waited patiently, or so he told himself, though his foot was tapping against the floor incessantly.

She did not come. He gave her ample time. He knew it would take her, with her usual stride, a certain number of minutes to arrive at his chambers. He gave her double that time, if not triple. After about double the time, he’d begun to pick at his fingers, his foot tapping faster. He tried to reason with himself. Perhaps she wished to change first. Perhaps her hair had come undone. Perhaps she wished to change her jewelry. Or, perhaps, she wished to bathe. He would give her that comfort, naturally, even though he believed she had nothing to change. He would gladly, most gladly, take her as she is, for she was perfection incarnate, and he had already waited and waited to have her near again.

And so, despite his already great impatience, he gave his beloved more time. He spent the time pacing, then playing with his magic, then with an attempt at reading by the fire. It did not go well. He felt that he was going half-mad.

After an hour of waiting for her, he began to think that she wished for him to go to her, even though it was not how they had usually done things. He was desperate to see her anew, and yet he still remained hesitant and unsure.

Was there a chance, no matter how slim, that she was cross with him? Perhaps because he had not been there to greet her in person? Or maybe he had not sent her enough letters during her absence? Even though he had sent her a letter each day, with some simply being him talking of books he’d been reading because nothing exciting had happened from the last letter he’d written. He did not know, and Loki hated not knowing.

He gave her another hour, one he spent pacing, and then sitting, and then fiddling with, and pulling at, his hair in worry. It was in time for supper that he finally allowed himself to leave his chambers, in search of the dining hall. He was certain that he would see her there, with the rest of his family eager to welcome her back to Asgard, with his mother eager to ask her of her family’s wellbeing, and of her travels. His heart stuttered the entire walk to the dining hall, a most embarrassing feeling that he would not have dwelled on if it hadn’t been caused by her. He could hardly wait at this point. To see her, smell her, hold her.

She was not at supper.

No one knew why, but his mother had been told by her own ladies that his betrothed had been utterly apologetic for missing the evening meal. Loki knew now, while he sat in his seat and moved the food on his plate around aimlessly, that she was most definitely cross with him. He spent all of supper sulking and mulling over what he could have possibly done to upset his love.

The moment supper ended and his parents rose from their seats with the intention to retire, Loki stood as well. His heart was scolding him for not running towards her chambers instantly, but his mind was telling him to hold, to wait a beat longer. He was fearful.

Thor remained, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three at his side, all with ale in their hands.

One look at them, all joyful and in good company, spurred Loki into action. He wished to finally find his very own joyful company. He would grovel if need be, he was not afraid of it when it came to her.

It was convenient that upon reaching her chambers, her lady was leaving them, an empty tray at her side. She caught sight of him and curtsied.

“Is she within?” Loki’s voice was hushed, gaze flicking towards the wooden doors which suddenly seemed far more ominous than ever before.

It was almost as if he feared her being absent from her chambers more than her being cross with him, for he feared where else she could be in the evening. With whom else she could be.

“Yes, your grace.” Her lady replied, and the heavy weight lifted itself from his chest.

“She was not at supper.” He named the truth plainly, watching the girl carefully. She simply nodded. Loki leaned in closer, words even more hushed. “Is she cross with me?” He could feel his heart, in his throat, beating up a storm, almost as if he was riding into battle.

The girl let out a breath, and smiled lightly as she shook her head.

“No, your grace. Not at all. She is cross with herself, if anything.”

The words had Loki frowning.

“Whatever for?”

“My lady returned feeling unwell. She, despite wishing to be reunited with you most ardently, thought it best to remain in her chambers and prioritize her recovery. She is cross with herself that her health has caused her to delay your reunion.”

Loki had heard nothing after the word ‘unwell’. His beloved, unwell? It would not do. Not at all. He had to know how serious it was, had to see her now more than ever. He would die of it, if he had to, if it meant doing it with her at his side once more.

“Ill? The lady is ill?” He felt numb, fingertips itching with magic, with the instinct to heal, to do something for her.

“I have just brought her tea, my prince.”

“I shall be going in.” Loki said, his words aimed at the Einherjar standing by the doors. He realized he could ask her lady-in-waiting about her illness, but he did not wish to be lied to or to be delivered flowered words. He wanted the truth, and he would find it out by himself.

The lady-in-waiting and Einherjar shared a quick look before the Einherjar moved, opening one of the doors. Loki was quick, more impatient than ever now that he was mere inches from breathing the same air as her once more, to slip into her rooms.

She was sitting up in her bed, furs pulled up to her chest, her back against the headboard. She seemed entirely surprised to have anyone entering her rooms, and then even more surprised to realize that Loki, of all people, was the intruder, her eyes widening.

“My lady,” He knew that he sounded entirely frantic and agitated (so different from what he usually aimed for) as he strode towards her bed, finally standing at her side.

She, still entirely surprised and put-out by his presence, pulled the furs higher up her frame, her eyebrows pulling together. She was being so quiet, Loki thought. His presence tonight had clearly distraught her.

“I have just been told you are ill. You missed supper. Were not seen by anyone upon your arrival at the palace. Were quick to go to your chambers.” He recounted the facts quickly, watching her swallow. “Your lady told me that you are not cross with me, but seeing you now, and with what your behaviour has been since your return, I grow unsure of that statement.” He sounded worried again.

She took a slow breath, and then cleared her throat, a hand to her chest.

“I… am not cross.” She said weakly, her voice entirely too hoarse.

Loki felt a fool for the tenth time that night.

“You are ill.” He announced dumbly.

For the eleventh time that night, then.

She smiled softly, and nodded. Her eyes were quick, alert and observant as always, flicking over every inch of him that they could reach. He could see now, if only he had seen moments ago, too, that her eyes conveyed her relief at seeing him again. She was not cross with him. The opposite, even.

His eyes did the same, and they were fast to catch the way her mouth opened, readying to speak. He reached out a hand, putting it up between them.

“Save your voice, please.” His words were tender in the soft quiet of her chambers, now that he was confident that their relationship was unperturbed.

She seemed eager to protest, but simply sighed and rested the back of her head back against her pillow. Loki looked to the side table, and took in hand the tea that had been brought to her, bringing it to her lips after blowing on its surface gently.

She took a slow sip of it, and he watched her, fond as ever.

“Is it only your voice? Have you a fever?” He asked all while reaching his hand out to touch her forehead for a fever. There was none, and the shake of her head confirmed it. She placed a hand over her throat in answer, too. He nodded.

“I had to see you, forgive me. I believed you to be cross with me.” He confessed, and he felt much like he had as a young boy, confessing to having done something entirely foolish for his own benefit.

She smiled at him and it was as gentle as the feeling of the petals of the flowers he loved to pick for her brushing against his skin.

She shook her head, reaching for his hand.

“Never.” She replied weakly, the word somehow still maintaining all the gentleness he was sure it would usually carry coming from her.

Loki had spent nearly a month wishing to hear her voice again, and yet now that he was hearing it again, he could not let himself thrive in the sound of it again. It was not the same, hearing her but having her in pain for his benefit.

“As much as I am glad to have you speak to me anew, my love, I would rather you spare yourself of the pain that comes with it. I would only have you speak to me once you are fully recovered. Never would I wish to cause you pain.” He kissed her head, and then, reaching for her hand, kissed her knuckles one by one.

She pulled on his hand lightly, making space for him on her bed. He was quick to make himself comfortable, pulling his boots off and sitting himself at her side, his arm pulling her into his side. All felt right, or nearly so. It would have been perfect if he could have her as talkative as she usually was, recounting all that he already knew of her trip from their correspondence into his chest, her voice light and soothing as ever.

He was determined to have her recover, to have his love feeling her best again. He hated feeling powerless.

“I shall have to distract you, beloved, to keep you from talking.” His words were a soft murmur against her hair, kissing her there anon. He gave her yet another chance to sip at her tea before placing it back onto her side table.

She looked to him, her expression giving away her curiosity.

“I have missed you so very much, as I am sure you have realized. You are so very bright, after all. In both mind and spirit.” His hand, of its own volition, had begun to run up and down her arm. “I had imagined our reunion going differently.”

She rested her head against his shoulder, letting herself listen to him intently. Admiring his voice after her time apart from it and its low, softened timbre. Loki knew then that he had her.

“I imagined it beginning multiple ways. But you always came up to my chambers. Eager, to the point where I could hear your steps coming towards the doors. I would open them for you, and you would stumble in, breathless, looking as pretty as a jewel, though prettier than any jewel that could ever be gifted to another. I would wrap my arms around you, pull you close, take a breath and smell you and the oils you’d chosen in your bath that same morning,” He paused then, with his nose pressed to the skin of her temple, and he inhaled slowly. “and then, only then, would I kiss you. I would begin with a kiss to your hand, naturally. Then I would move up your arm slowly, until I was at your elbow. I would pull you ever closer, and kiss your mouth.” He took in a hungry breath, rearranging his legs. He could feel her clutching lightly at his tunic. “You would be as sweet as ever on my mouth, and then on my tongue, too. You’d hold onto me the way you are now, if not more. Only then, would I speak to you, say your name and have you say mine in return.”

She lifted her head, looking into his eyes. She did not speak his name, though he saw the urge she had to do it in her eyes. He spoke hers softly, reverently, his eyes locked onto her mouth, unashamed.

“Afterwards, I would take you with me, to my bed, and I would help you sit down on it and make you comfortable.” Loki resumed, his gaze unmoved. “I would remain off my bed, and would rest myself beside it, on my knees. Looking up at you, at my goddess, and at how utterly enticing you would look. You would look at me pointedly, and I would know what my queen would be asking of me. My hands…” His hands slowly pulled the furs lower, revealing her nightgown to the rooms’ air. “would begin their ascent up your legs and below your skirts. My head would soon follow below your skirts.” They both took in a breath, matched in intensity.

Loki leaned down, unable to help himself, pressing a warm kiss to her bared neck, feeling the warmth already waiting for him there. He pulled her into an embrace from there, admiring the feeling of being so whole once more.

“I would drag your undergarments down your legs with my mouth. But not before wetting them with my tongue, more than eager to taste you. And utterly impatient.” She shuddered against him at the image his words created in her mind.

“And then, like I have shown you time and time again, I would please my betrothed. Welcome her home.” Loki breathed against her neck, smelling her even better there. The feeling of her hand finding its way beneath his tunic to palm at his hardened member had him closing his eyes, a soft hiss pressing against her skin. She was breathing heavily, too.

He pulled his mouth from her neck, wanting to memorize the newly appeared darkness in her eyes. It had been a near month since he’d last seen it, after all. She looked him over, too, her gaze finding its focus point on his mouth.

“As I said, that is how I imagined our reunion.” He spoke softly, regaining some composure. He reached out tenderly, caressing the side of her face. “However,” He tutted softly. “my lady finds herself unwell, and that did not come to pass.”

He paused, just enough to see her looking forlorn and dejected at the prospect of not getting his mouth on her. The sight only made him that much hungrier for her. More determined to give it to her.

“Never fear, though, because my lady is set to be wed to a most ingenious prince who is undeterred by a few simple alterations to his plans.”

He lifted the furs briefly, enough to move himself under them. It instantly felt warmer now that he and she finally had nothing truly between them. Nothing to stop them. To stop nature from running its course.

You also did not miss how he had begun calling his colours and his symbols 'ours' ever since you'd wed. It was an honour, in your mind, to have a man so usually solitary to include you into something he'd had as his own for a millennium. 

For the benefit of the nobles who still loved to watch you both (you were still newlyweds after all), you thought, Loki brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles openly in front of everyone. 

Your eyes met as he did it, and his were noticeably darkened.

He loyally held onto your hand for the rest of dinner, whenever he could. Even when he conversed with others, and even when you did. And he watched you try wine from his own goblet brought to you all by a noble, a small smirk on his face. 

When dinner reached its end, with the nobles now moving onto even wilder conversations (and more dancing) from their drinking during dinner, Loki gave you another pointed look and you nodded. 

He turned to his mother and the All-Father, both to his left.

"Mother, Father, I shall go walk my wife back to her chambers now that dinner has ended. If I've your permission, of course." 

Frigga looked to Loki first, then to you, with a gentle smile on her face. Odin simply waved his hand in something likely symbolizing 'you are free to do as you wish, leave me to my business'. 

"Of course, my son." Frigga replied in place of the All-Father, her looks between the two of you knowing and slightly amused. "Have a pleasant sleep, my daughter." She added as Loki offered you his hand so you might stand from your seat, her eyes twinkling. 

Loki and you bowed your heads in the direction of his parents, and Loki led you, arm-in-arm, into one of the unassuming doors to the side of the royal dinner table, and then through small, empty passageways until you found yourselves back into the main hallways near his chambers. 

You'd both known for all of dinner that you would not be walked back to your own chambers. And, it seemed, Frigga had known, too. 

The Einherjar standing by the doors of Loki's chambers moved aside at the sight of you both and opened the doors for you. Loki allowed you to walk in, but stayed behind briefly to speak to the two men. 

"No disturbances tonight." You heard him tell them. 

He walked in after you and locked the doors behind himself with a flick of his wrist. 

You'd busied yourself with pouring some wine into one of the empty goblets standing by the pitcher. Loki walked up behind you and placed a light hand onto your bicep, taking the goblet with his other hand and taking a sip. You bit your tongue at how easily he seemed to take things that were to be your own, reminding yourself that you were married now. 

"Nothing from the healers, then?" He asked softly, mouth against your temple. 

"No, nothing..." You answered. 

He tutted softly, and kissed your temple.

"Very well, we shall try again, then." 

"Loki... I wish you would not worry so... we've been married for but a few months." 

"Perhaps, wife, but I've ended up married before Thor, and with him seemingly not any closer to finding his own spouse, the responsibility of heirs comes to me. To us." 

You nodded shakily, holding your breath as he leaned down to kiss your neck. 

You supposed it was odd, to find yourself in such a relationship. One where your marriage had been unexpected and arranged, but where you’d ended up incredibly compatible on at least one front. Indeed, you were friendly enough with one another, and there was no malice in your relationship, but you did not think there was reciprocated love, either. Passion, however, there was. And quite a lot of it. This has led to many nights and mornings (and afternoons) of the both of you stuck in an amorous embrace all over the palace.

Recently, however, Loki had resorted to limiting your trysts (or trying to) to his bed or yours, because it had become his unofficial duty to bring in heirs for his family, even though he was not the crown prince.

“So… again, then?” You whispered, gasping as he sucked onto the spot he’d been kissing.

“Mhmm. Again.” He replied simply, his hand moving from your bicep down around your middle.

“You had me this morning, husband.” You reminded him shakily. “Our efforts might have been fruitful that time.”

He hummed softly, gently holding you to him as he walked backwards, towards the doors leading to his bedchambers.

“Perhaps. And yet, I find myself wishing to be certain, my wife. Do you wish to tell me that you mind how often we find ourselves in such predicaments? I shall desist in pursuing you for a while, if that is so, and allow you to come to me when you are next ready. However-”

“-No.” You replied hastily, the speed of your reply catching you both off guard and flustering you (but amusing him).

“As I thought, then.” He kissed your jaw.

You’d ended up in his bedchambers before you’d even realized it, too caught up in his careful hold on you and his kisses to your neck and face. He had always, always, been an incredibly attentive lover. It is perhaps why you enjoyed your more private moments as a wife so much.

“We both lied earlier, you know.” Loki whispered against your skin, pressing your front against the doors (now closed) leading back out into his sitting room.

“Hm?” You were distracted, not really listening.

“You claimed you had not noticed I’d forgone my helm. An awful lie, wife. I caught you staring.” He purred, his teeth pulling lightly onto your earlobe. You gasped, one of your hands coming up against the wood of the door for stability.

“And, I, in turn, said I enjoyed your dress. I lied. It causes me both great pain and great pleasure. See, you are utterly ravishing in it. That is the truth. But the garment pains me all the same, because you had others staring, and because I wish the dress burned in a fire for ever having touched your skin.”

“You are being entirely dramatic.” You gasped out.

“Am I?” His hand had reached down, and was now gripping some of your skirts. “I wish to have you so badly… the only thing I have been able to focus on since I woke up today has been the sweet cunt beneath these skirts.”

Both of you were panting by this point, and you’d not even touched one another yet. You felt hot, and you were glad for his hand around you, keeping you steady. You could feel yourself wanting him, aching for him.

“Husband…” You began shakily. He groaned softly in response, loving how the title sounded from you.

“Tell me. Ask, and I shall give you the world.”

“I want you.”

He hummed softly, slipping his hand beneath your skirts, sliding it up above where your stockings ended. You both gasped quietly when you felt his bare hand on your bare thigh.

“How do you want me?” He asked, the words spoken against your ear.

“Right here.” You could not wait. You could feel him, hard and throbbing against your behind, and the knowledge of his own desire was making you even more desperate to feel him inside of you again.

“Here, against the wall?” He whispered, evidently pleased at your desperation. He chuckled and shook his head slowly, rubbing his nose against your cheek as he did it. “No, wife. Not here. We will take one another on the bed. However,” His hand slipped higher up your skirts, now reaching your inner thighs.

You shuddered against him, and his free hand pulled you closer to him. It only made you more eager, now pressed impossibly closer to his cock. He let out a shaky sigh, and you felt him begin to lightly move against you.

His fingers slipped beneath your undergarments, and made contact with the heat and wetness waiting for him there. He moaned right into your ear.

“You are sodden, darling.” He essentially praised, the pet name only making it worse for you. He only ever called you that when you were in private, and so you mostly associated it with such moments. “Is that from you seeing me at dinner, or from this morning, even?” He purred, kissing your jaw and moving back to kissing your neck.

You gasped softly as his fingers began to touch you, spreading the wetness they found around your center.

“We shall not be intimate against the doors,” He began again, reprising your earlier discussion. “But, I can make certain you are ready for me here. Is that agreeable to you?”

You nodded dumbly, your forehead pressed to the wood. Everything felt far too warm, your insides molten, and you wanted nothing more than to see him naked again and to touch him. Anything he could give you right now, you ached for. His fingers, his cock, or, Norns, his mouth.

“What has you so excited, darling?” His words were soft, intimately pressed against your skin. “I felt you tighten around my fingers, my sweet minx. Tell me what you want.”

“I was thinking about… about,” You moaned, feeling a second one of his fingers slip into your entrance. “About your mouth.”

You could nearly taste his smirk in his words.

“My mouth? Where?” He played coy, lightly biting at your shoulder.

“You know,” You growled softly, not interested in playing his games.

“No, I’m afraid I do not.” The smug bastard.

“At my cunt.” You said, your patience lost, and he rewarded you with a curl of his fingers.

“Is that what you want, my darling? My mouth at your cunt? You would allow me a taste of that honey?”

“Stop teasing me…” You pleaded softly, gasping as his fingers sped up.

“Say my name.” Was his reply, a plead of his own, and you realized he’d been lightly moving against your back this entire time, his movements growing more insistent.

“Husband…” You whispered up to the ceiling, your turn to play coy.

His fingers stopped their movement in reply, as he clicked his tongue lightly in frustration.

“Do not play with me now, dearest. Not when you are being such a wanton, sodden minx, desperate for her husband.”

“I rather think you are desperate for me, husband.” You retorted breathily.

His free hand moved up, pinching at one of your nipples through your dress.

“You little hellion…” He sounded impressed, if not even more aroused. He liked your bite, you knew that. “You will not get my mouth now, you know… and I was feeling so very generous just a few moments ago, too. A true shame.” He tutted softly. You knew he was playing, something you both did a lot of in such moments. He would give you what you wanted at some point tonight, you were sure. He always gave you what you asked of him.

“What will I get, then?” You were feeling emboldened now, wanting to push him a bit further.

You whined lightly as he removed his fingers from inside you, and he answered with a light chuckle.

“Do not try to keep me inside, darling. I can feel you tightening.” He purred smugly against your shoulder, now squeezing your breast with his free hand.

“What will I get?” You repeated.

“Do not get insolent, darling. You know how much I love it.”

“Loki…” You moved one of your hands behind you, and between your two bodies, wanting to palm at his hard cock, perhaps even give it a teasing squeeze or two.

He let you (naturally) and groaned with pleasure when you did as you’d wanted, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

“You will end me.” He warned lightly.

“Stop me, then.” You challenged.

“Are you asking to be restrained, darling?”

“I think you should be, in truth.”

“I would not say no to that… however, whose fingers would pleasure you then?” He teased, panting as you squeezed his cock lightly through his leathers.

“My own, maybe.”

He groaned.

“You would not be cruel enough to deny me of that sight, would you?”

“A question for another time.” You replied, turning around in his arms and pushing him lightly backwards, towards his large bed. He went all too willingly, his clothes dissipating with an easy snap of his fingers, as he moved to lie back on his bed.

“Impatient, then?” He teased, eagerly watching you as you mounted him.

“Your games can get quite tedious, husband.”

“Hm… much like your clothes in this moment, wife. You have far too many of them, for one.” He decreed, his hands tugging on your hips hungrily so that you’d grind against his cock.

“Take them off, then.” You panted, placing a hand on his bare chest for stability.

He grunted, looking at the cut of your dress intently and the way your breasts heaved against it.

“Usually, and you know this, darling, I would love to slowly unlace this delicate dress. But I find myself far too impatient to feel your sweet cunt again.” He rasped, snapping his fingers again and leaving you just as naked as him.

You stared at one another for a moment, before your eyes dragged down and towards his bare chest and all the muscles there. He was truly an irresistible work of art. Loki’s eyes, however, had landed on your breasts far too happily. You eventually, after settling your own hand onto his abdominals for a feel of them (a right you were very much afforded), lifted your hips slightly, intending to finally feel him inside of you again. He raised a brow at the movement, and smirked from his place beneath you.

“As much as I would love to have you ride me, darling, I think not.” He said, suddenly flipping you over and leaving you in his previous spot. Before proceeding, however, he made sure you were comfortable, with a pillow beneath your head. On his way back to leaning over you, Loki got distracted and ended up lavishing your breasts with some light kisses and bites, one of his favourite things to do to you.

You huffed, truly impatient for, frankly, his cock, and you wrapped your legs around him, your ankles crossed and pressing against his (wonderful) behind. He chuckled in reply, placing a hand by your head and propping himself up like that.

“Very well, my impatient temptress.” He purred, taking himself in hand and moaning softly as he stroked himself briefly.

You tried very hard not to look, but could not help it in the end, his sounds too tempting (likely on purpose). Your eyes found his cock, and the way he pleasured himself. He, like you’d felt it earlier, was hard and desperate to have you, precum beading at his reddened tip. His eyes, on your entrance, shut closed as he groaned at the sight of you clenching at the sight of him. Your legs tightened again, pulling him closer, and he chuckled hoarsely, leaning over you fully, his body keeping you in place.

“Impatience is not a feeling princesses should make known, darling.” He chastised teasingly.

“Just fuck me, Loki…” You groaned, your eyes locked on his cock so close to your entrance, while his eyes were solely on your warmed face.

“Impertinent, too.” He mused, leaning down to mouth hungrily at your cheek as he finally entered you.

You both moaned at the feeling, one of your hands coming up to hold onto one of his broad shoulders.

"When did you become so impatient, hm?" He mumbled against your cheek, not moving just yet. 

"Perhaps when you chose to tease me so incessantly." You rebuffed breathlessly. 

He chuckled darkly. 

"Incessantly? That was not incessant, dearest. I will show you what that is like some day, if you remain this deliciously daring with me." 

"Now," He leaned back after pressing a hot kiss to your mouth, his tongue briefly meeting yours. He sat back on his heels, his hands grabbing ahold of your legs and letting the backs of your knees rest in the crooks of his elbows. "We shall both get what we want, hm?" He murmured, watching you as he began to thrust. It was teasing, and annoyingly slow, but he held you still, smirk on his face. 

You huffed unhappily, shuffling around slightly, to which Loki replied with a smirk. 

"What is it, darling? I'm fucking you, no?" He cooed.

"Stop it, please... husband." You pleaded, reaching for his hand. He seemed to melt at that, letting go of the leg he'd been holding and lacing your fingers together as he leaned back down closer to you. 

"I'm sorry, darling. I couldn't help but want to hear you beg, just a little." He whispered, kissing you slowly. He began to move properly, then. 

You gasped, and his hand squeezed yours, Loki's eyes fixed on you and your expressions. He moved his other hand down between your bodies, to your clitoris. His first touch there had you mewling out his name, squeezing his hand, too. 

"Does that feel good, my darling?" He panted, which was followed by a wanton groan as you squeezed around him. 

"More..." You pleaded, pulling on his hand and bringing him down for a kiss which quickly turned hungry.

“Do you want my seed?” He gasped against your lips.

You nodded, kissing him again. Every time always led to this this. It started off teasing enough, but by this point, you both always got more serious, more intense. It all became more intimate, and it nearly felt like making love.

“Beg for it.” He pleaded, and you shook your head, grinning as another moan slipped out of your mouth.

He chuckled hungrily and the movement of his thumb at your clitoris picked up speed, making you pause and tilt your head up.

“Loki…” You began, his name sounding incredibly salacious from your mouth.

He nodded, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Yes, darling…” He encouraged softly, his thrusts growing erratic.

“Loki…” You moaned again, higher in pitch this time.

“I know, dearest… I know…” He mumbled, kissing your brow.

“Loki…!” You gasped, your back arching and your chest pressing up against his. His hand squeezed yours tightly, and he was moaning now, too, feeling you squeezing around him.

As you caught your breath, you kept him close, wrapping your legs around him again. He was almost completely laying over you now, just barely holding himself up with his free hand now that he’d helped you reach your peak with it.

“Please come…” You whispered softly against his cheekbone, knowing your whispers would only bring him closer.

The moan he let out in response was nearly pained, his eyes wild as they met yours. Almost as if he was still seeking permission. You nodded and cupped his face with your free hand.

“I want you to come inside of me, my love.” You murmured in the warmth of his bedchambers, and you knew you’d done it. It almost seemed like the pet name sent him over the edge. He moaned and his thrusts briefly went on before stopping, deep inside of you. The sounds he proceeded to let out only made you squeeze around him again, which only made him let out more. He nearly crushed you, his forehead against your shoulder.

“Norns, I love you…” He said in a daze, and the world went still.

You both seemed to freeze at the same time, and although you remained frozen, he seemed to find it best to move on and act like nothing had happened, because after a minute or so of silence (maybe of him hoping the words had been too quiet), he simply brought your joined hands to his lips and kissed at your hand. Something he always did.

“Loki…” You began, watching him. For once, he wasn’t looking at you. You could feel your heart stuttering, beating so very fast and hard against your ribcage. Suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to hear him say those words again and again. Against every inch of your body. You did not wish to have him feeling shame for something that had made you feel so wonderful. Something that you’d been experiencing for yourself, yet also hiding from, too.

“My love…” You said this time, trying again.

He looked up, surprised. His cheeks were pink, likely both from the exertion, but also from the confession.

You offered him a small smile, testing the waters.

“I heard you.” You confessed, and he seemed to recoil within himself. He was quick to pull himself out of you and to stand, reaching for his robe.

“Where are you going?” You asked, watching him as he came over (with the robe around him now) and helped you under the furs on his bed, making sure you were warm. Even now.

“I must go.” He chuckled mirthlessly. “Lest I make a bigger fool of myself.”

“These are your chambers, husband. Stay. Please. You’ve not made yourself a fool.”

“Haven’t I? I’ve just… I’ve just spoken the words of a weak man.”

“To love is not to be weak. And you did not even hear my response.” You insisted, reaching out to grab a hold of his forearm before he could pull away. “Stay. Come to bed.”

“Why?” He asked weakly, swallowing.

“Because this is your bed.” You pointed out with a small smile. “But also, because I want you here. To fall asleep next to you, in each other’s arms.”

“Why would you want that?” His voice was small, inquisitive.

“I know you to be cleverer than this, my love.” You murmured, sitting up so you could kiss his own knuckles.

“Say it, then. So I am sure.” He pleaded, watching you as if in a trance.

“Because I love you, too.” You said earnestly, placing another kiss to his knuckles.

Slowly, very slowly, Loki seemed to take your words in. Then, he blinked, and slowly untied his robe and got back into bed, as if scared he’d spook you. You happily cuddled up into his side, tangling your legs with his as you both sat up against the headboard.

“I’ve never known you to be this quiet.” You murmured after a while, your hand resting on his chest. His own was around your shoulders, holding you to him.

“I… find myself in unexpected territory.” He confessed, and when you looked up to see his face, you found him already looking at you.

“Unexpected? But you’re so handsome.” An attempt at a soft-hearted tease. At least it finally got a smirk out of him.

“You always manage to surprise me, it seems. I’ve met my match.”

You hummed, both of you meeting halfway for a kiss.

“It was high time for you to get humbled, I think.”

“Mm. We shall speak on this more tomorrow.” He decreed. “I’m too tired for something so important now.” He looked to you to see if you were in agreement, his eyes incredibly soft.

You nodded, and he gave you a kiss to the head in reply.

“It’s a shame, though. That you’re too tired.” You said, turning over briefly to blow out the candle on the nightstand on your side of the bed. He raised in brow in reply. “We usually do not stop after only one attempt.”

He pulled you close again, kissing your temple and then tilting your head so as to kiss your jaw.

“Oh, I’ve no idea. It was madness! Apricot, prune, raspberries… the wine makers have gone mad! I lost count at 10.”

“Bottles?” He asked, grinning.

“Nooo,” She admonished, looking at him as if it was obvious. “Kinds of wine!”

“You are drunk, pet.”

“Drunk? Princesses do not get drunk. I was told that in my lessons.”

“Well, I rather think they meant it as a rule of thumb, not as an impossibility. Either that, or you’ve just made the impossible possible.”

She preened at his words.

“Well, I do tend to do that.”

“… Why do you have a bottle with you, my love?”

She looked to him, and then down to her hands, confused and then surprised, to find a wine bottle there.

“Oh. I suppose I stole it?”

“Stole it?” He repeated, surprised.

“Stole it… yes! I stole it. I believe it was implied that we should not… but breaking the rules is fun. Someone told me that once.” She mused, cackling at herself once she focused in on the bottle again.

“Yes, I wonder who that was…” Loki said, pulling her into his chest again and caressing the back of her head gently, prying the wine bottle from her hand and setting it aside.

“You look so handsome, my love… I find myself desiring most desperately to climb you.” She purred, reaching for his face and pulling him down for a messy kiss.

“Climb me?” He mused, looking at her with fondness. “You are not at all your usual self, my darling.”

“I am more myself than ever before! More daring than ever. We should make love in the hallways.”

“With the Einherjar there, love?” He tilted his head in amusement.

She waved her hand.

“Who cares? They will not say! Moreover, you always say I have wonderful breasts. Let us spread the joy of them.” She declared boldly, looking at him as she squeezed her breasts once.

Loki had never been more amused in his life, and he’d been at the center of hundreds of ridiculously improbable situations.

“We will not be doing that, darling, no.” He denied her gently, reaching for her hands and kissing her knuckles one by one.

“Fine…” She giggled. “Can I see you naked, then?” She laughed some more, eyes sparkling.

“Naked?” He raised a brow, amused. “Why?”

“I like your legs… and your cock. And your ass.” She giggled, placing a hand over her mouth.

Loki snorted, pulling her into his arms again.

“Let us get you into bed, my troublemaking hellion.” He said fondly.

“Bed is boring.” She insisted, her hands (around him) moving south and palming at his behind, even managing to squeeze it.

“Darling.” He reproached her softly, smirk evident in his voice.

“Were all of you in such a state by the end?” He asked, beginning to pull her towards their bedchambers.

“Some of the ladies were laughing quite a bit as well, and were all flushed… Your mother seemed fine, though.” She recalled languidly, now busying herself with trying to get her hands into his trousers.

“Unsurprising.” Loki answered, unperturbed (if not enticed and charmed) by her hands.

“Will I get to climb you now?” She asked excitedly, seeing their bed come into her near vicinity.

“You will get to climb into bed, yes.”

“Boring.” She said, lacing her fingers together behind his neck. “We should do something interesting. Like play a trick on Thor! You could…” She shook her head around, perhaps to signify his magic. “And we could make Thor’s things entirely too large and make him think he has become miniscule!”

“My darling, I am constantly surprised by how much I love you.” Loki said, brushing some of her hair back. “And that, is a genius idea. I shall store it away for a rainy day.”

“You should store me away…” She purred, stumbling slightly on nothing and then bursting into laughter.

“That makes no sense, my love.” He chuckled along with her, hands moving to begin undoing her gown’s laces. Immediately, she raised a brow, winking at him. But he shook his head gently, smiling. “Not tonight, my heart.”

She huffed, pressing her nose against his chest and inhaling deeply.

“But you smell so nice!”

“I will smell the same in the morning, I promise.” He replied calmly, helping her out of her gown.

“Will you at least sleep naked?” She said, batting her lashes and trying (and failing) to hide a devious grin at her own idea.

“Will that make you get into bed?”

She nodded eagerly.

“Fine. But nothing will happen, understand, my love?”

She eventually begrudgingly agreed, and Loki managed to get her ready for bed and curled up into his side. She was half-asleep and tracing shapes into his chest when she spoke. He was almost certain she wasn’t aware that she was doing it.

“I stole the bottle because… I thought you’d like the taste.” His heart warmed at her words.

In truth, it had warmed from the moment she’d walked through the doors, stumbling and laughing like a gorgeous fool.

“Is that so, my love? My little devious romantic.” He kissed her head. “What flavour did you get me?”

“Mm… can’t remember. Go read it.” She urged, lifting her hand off his chest to wave it lazily in the general direction of their sitting room before it fell back onto his chest with a thump.

He kissed her head with another soft laugh, pulling her in closer to his side. She was safe, she was happy, and she’d included him in something he’d excluded himself from. What more could he ever want from this perfect woman?

She surprised him when she suddenly spoke again when he’d thought she was long gone into the land of dreams.

“I will climb you tomorrow.” She threatened weakly.

He gestured sharply, fingers slicing through the air, cloak swaying with every turn. The firelight threw gold along his cheekbones, catching in the dark sweep of his hair as it loosened from its careful styling.

His mouth moved, expressive, shaping every complaint with almost theatrical precision.

You had meant to pay attention.

Really.

But somewhere between ‘the council of idiots’ and ‘Hogun’s insufferable smirk,’ your focus had slipped. Your book had fallen half–closed, spine heavy against your thigh. Your cheek had found your palm, elbow braced on the arm of the chair as you watched him move.

He was very handsome when he was frustrated.

That was the problem.

“-and then,” Loki continued, oblivious to your wandering thoughts, “he had the audacity, the sheer, staggering gall, to imply that my strategy was ‘overly complicated.’” His voice lifted on the last words, mocking Thor’s tone, eyes flashing. “As though subtlety is some kind of defect and not a concept his brain simply cannot grasp.”

He turned again.

You tracked him like you were following a constellation.

The way his brows pinched when he was truly irritated. The little line that formed between them when he replayed something on the edge of outrage. The curve of his mouth as he sneered, as he scoffed.

“…if he would listen for once in his life, we might have finished the entire affair in half the time, with far fewer bruises, and I-are you even hearing a word I am saying?”

You blinked, straightening up in the chair,

“Of course,” you said automatically.

He stopped pacing.

One long, elegant finger lifted in a classic Loki gesture of accusation. “You are not,” he said. “You have that look.”

“What look?” you asked, narrowing your eyes, though your lips twitched. You’d probably let a smile creep onto your face.

“The one where you pretend you are listening but are actually… drifting.” He flicked his hand vaguely near his temple. “You’re off somewhere in that head of yours.”

You fought the smile from spreading “Maybe I just like hearing you talk.”

He scoffed, but colour touched the tops of his cheekbones. “Flattery, darling, while appreciated, does not excuse the fact that my brother is an imbecile and no one seems to acknowledge the depth of my suffering.”

He dropped into the armchair opposite you with all the dramatic weight of a king displaced from his throne. The leather creaked under him. Limbs sprawled, long legs stretching out, boots planted wide. He looked very put–upon. Very indignant.

Very, very kissable.

He raked a hand through his hair, sending the already-mussed strands into further disarray, and you felt something in your chest tighten.

“All I ask,” he went on, “is that for once, just once, someone say ‘Loki, that was brilliant, we should have listened to you from the beginning,’ but no- oh no, clearly I am destined to be surrounded by-”

You set your book aside.

He didn’t notice at first. He was still talking, hands moving, voice rising and falling in familiar cadences as he dissected every slight, every misstep, every moment that had offended his pride. Some quip from Frandal  some rolled eye from Sif. It all flowed from him in a stream of sharp words and restless energy.

You stood.

He noticed that.

His gaze tracked you as you crossed the space between your chair and his, the firelight warming your skin, casting your shadow long across the floor. His tirade did not falter, but his eyes followed the sway of your steps with growing suspicion.

“…and if Volstagg insists on-darling, what are you doing?”

You didn’t answer.

Instead, you climbed into his lap.

You did it without hesitation, with the easy familiarity of someone who had done it a hundred times before. Your knee brushed the outside of his thigh, then the other, until you were straddling him, skirts carefully arranged, your weight settling over him with deliberate softness.

Loki’s rant stuttered.

His hands came up automatically, one bracing at your waist, the other hovering uselessly in the air between you as though he couldn’t quite decide whether to steady you or continue gesturing.

“Ah,” he said, a little breathlessly. “I see we have abandoned the chair.”

“You can stop talking now,” you murmured.

You cupped his face in both hands, thumbs brushing the high arc of his cheekbones, leaning forward and kissed him.

Whatever he’d been about to say vanished against your mouth.

For a heartbeat he went utterly still, surprise flickering through him. Then his lips parted under yours, the tension melting as easily as snow under sunlight. His hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer with a soft, possessive sound.

Even caught off guard, he recovered quickly. His mouth moved against yours with growing hunger, matching your pace, answering the press of your lips with a slow, seeking slide of his own. You felt the faint rasp of his breath on your cheek, the cool brush of his nose against yours.

But he tried to speak.

Of course he did.

“You realise,” he managed between kisses, words ghosting over your lips, “this does not address the utter-”

You pulled back just enough to see his mouth moving, his brows still faintly drawn as if the complaint was physically unable to stay contained.

“Shh,” You tapped a finger lightly against his lower lip. “Kissing now.”

His eyes darkened.

“Oh?” he murmured, the feel of his lips still moving against the skin pressed to his mouth “Is that an official decree?”

“Yes,” You nodded kissed him harder before he could argue.

He made a low sound in his throat at that, something pleased and faintly undone. His hand fisted in the back of your dress, the other sliding up along your spine, fingers spreading between your shoulder blades. You felt him shift beneath you, thighs tensing, body instinctively angling to meet the new pressure of your weight.

The world outside the circle of his arms fell away.

All that remained was the heat of his mouth, the velvet press of his lips, the way he followed every retreat with a gentle, insistent chase. You tilted your head and he hummed in approval, the tip of his tongue brushing against yours in a slow, teasing stroke that sent a shiver down your spine.

He tried again, stubborn even now.

“You know Thor will only-”

You growled a little, cut him off with another kiss, stealing the words from his tongue.

“Loki,” you said softly against his mouth, your breath mingling, “don’t speak. Just kiss me.”

His eyes met yours at that; full of something that had nothing to do with Thor or any of the thousands of petty grievances he could catalogue.

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” he whispered.

“You like me that way,” you replied.

He huffed a quiet, helpless laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest beneath your palms.

“Tragically,” he purred a little “Yes.”

You smiled against his lips, then dragged your fingers through his hair, enjoying the way it slipped like silk between them, the way his eyelids fluttered at the sensation. With a small shift of your hips, you settled more securely in his lap, your knees tightening at his sides.

Loki’s breath caught.

His hands, previously content at your back and waist, splayed wider, thumbs stroking slow circles just above the curve of your hips as though he couldn’t help himself.

“See?” you murmured. “Better than a rant.”

He arched a brow, though his gaze had already dropped to your mouth again. “You are proposing yourself as a distraction, then?”

You brushed your lips across his in a feather–light kiss that barely counted as contact. “I’m proposing,” you continued, “that we find better things to occupy your mind.”

One dark eyebrow climbed higher. “Plural.”

“If you stop talking,” you added.

He made a theatrical show of sighing, though his hands tightened on you like he had no intention of letting go. “Very well. For the good of the realm, I shall suffer in silence.”

You laughed, the sound muffled as he caught your mouth again, apparently now fully committed to the new cause.

This kiss was slower.

Deeper.

His lips softened, moulding to yours with an intimacy that had nothing to do with frustration and everything to do with how many times he’d kissed you before. His fingers traced idle lines up your spine, over your ribs, memorising you all over again. Your own hands roamed from his jaw to the column of his throat, feeling the flutter of his pulse as you mouthed at the corner of his lips, the edge of his smile.

He tasted faintly of wine and mischief and something uniquely, unmistakably him.

You felt him relax under you, inch by inch, armour peeling away with every pass of your mouth against his. The sharp line of his shoulders loosened. The tension between his brows smoothed. The restless need to move, to gesture, to dissect every slight faded, replaced by a different kind of energy entirely.

“See?” you whispered, when you finally drew back just far enough to look at him properly.

Loki’s pupils were blown wide, cheeks faintly flushed, lips kiss–swollen and faintly damp. He stared up at you like you were the only thing in the room worth paying attention to.

“I rest my case,” This was better.

His fingers tightened at your hips, a slow, wicked smile curving his mouth.

“Oh, darling,” he murmured, voice a low purr now, all the earlier sharpness melted into something warm and dangerous, “I think I’ve only just begun to present mine.”

“Are you enjoying yourself this evening?”

“Certainly. A most lovely evening organized by the All-Mother.”

“Truly? Interesting. I thought enjoyment came of shared company. And yet, I do not see you sharing your time with another.”

“My company was unbothered until quite recently, your grace.” You shot him a glare out of the side of your eye, his lips curling at the feeling it stirred in him. “It seems my luck has ended, however.”

“Luck and mischief do not meld well, my lady. Not from the view of the loser, that is.” Loki hummed lowly, and you felt yourself grow lighter when his eyes left you (although briefly) to look over the other guests in attendance.

“Are you bored?” He asked you now, quieter than before, angled towards you subtly.

“What business is it to you?”

Loki chuckled softly. He was close enough to you, and there was no one behind you, so that he could safely move the arm closest to you from behind his back and subtly touch your lower back with his hand.

“I was raised to have my guests’ needs above my own at all times, my lady. So, indulge your prince, are you bored?”

“I highly doubt that you could somehow heighten my amusement tonight, my prince.”

“You slander myself and my talents, my lady. I ought to be offended. Perhaps even throw you down in the dungeons.”

“The same ones you were in previously?” You whispered, turning your head to look at him, a raise to your brow.

“Impudent.” He hissed, pinching your side.

“Why? You have told me in great detail about your enjoyment of restraints.” You were certainly pushing the limits of propriety now, but you felt you could not stop. If anyone heard you, eyebrows would be raised (and remain thus) for the next few days.

“I have told you nothing of the sort.”

“Oh?” You leaned in, his lies getting the better of you once again. “Is it your cock that whispered that confession to me, then?”

Loki turned his face towards yours, glowering down at you.

“Just who do you think you are?”

“One of your guests. Which,” You cocked your head to the side. “means I am owed your services, apparently.”

“If I am partial to offering them.”

“You seemed partial enough moments ago.”

“Yes, before you dared to speak to your prince in such a way.” He hissed, his lip curled in displeasure (though you could see want there too).

You looked into his eyes, saw the darkness in them that had been there from the moment you’d joined the rest of guests this evening and had only gotten more potent as the night had gone on. Your eyes betrayed you by slipping down to his mouth, and his tongue seemed to feel the heat of your gaze there, because it slipped out of his mouth to lick at his lips.

“A prince this eager to offer his services to his guests.” You clicked your tongue, eyes meeting his once more. “You must truly be desperate to prove your worth.”

You knew you’d just signed your own fate with that, what with the surprised spark of fury lighting up his eyes.

That was surely at least part of the reason why you found yourself in his arms in a moderately secluded alcove a mere few minutes later, his teeth biting at your neck.

“The mouth on you…” He grunted, biting onto what felt like the last bit of untouched skin on your neck.

You stayed quiet, both to try and remain your presence a secret for any possible passerby and to rile him up further.

“You are quiet now? How fascinating. Always when I want you loudest.” Your eyes closed, it is your body that feels his hand trailing up from around your middle to cup one of your breasts.

“He seemed quite close to you tonight.” The words caught your attention, though you’d missed the beginning. You hummed softly; your mind clearly muddled from his attention. It irritated you just as much as it elated him.

“Your suitor.” He repeated against your ear.

“I don’t have a suitor.” You whispered breathily, moaning lightly when Loki’s lips fastened around the spot he’d previously bitten.

“No?” Your skin pulled free from his lips. “Does he know that?”

“Who are you talking about?” You huffed, letting out a second breath as Loki pulled you flush to his chest.

“That blonde imbecile, that lordling who has been hoarding you for the past week.” The title was a snarl out of Loki’s mouth.

“Hoarding me?” You scoffed.

Loki’s hand, the one at your breast, squeezed once, causing you to let out a languid sigh.

“I have thought of these breasts all day.” He whispered, the words filthy from his mouth.

“A waste of a princely mind, then. If all you think about is a lady’s bosom.”

“The finest bosom in all the Nine.” He had not even the patience to argue with you this time. His teeth caught your earlobe, and it was only then that you seemed to notice the way his cock was practically rutting into you from behind. You had made him desperate, after all. The knowledge thrilled you.

“To think that he lusts after them, too.” Loki began his spiting anew, one of his thighs sliding between your own.

“I still do not… know who you speak of.” You gasped, his other hand urging you back onto his thigh, so perfectly firm and toned, almost as if for your pleasure alone.

“That useless frog who looks at you as if he spends his every waking moment imagining your name alongside his.”

Right as your mind began to conjure up an image of the man you believed Loki was talking about, his thigh pressed ever so precisely against the apex of your thighs and a shudder of elation ran through you.

“I am not interested in having his name attached to mine.” You panted, reaching a hand back to palm at Loki’s behind, encouraging his thrusts against you and the pace you felt he ought to maintain.

“Good.” Loki was panting, too, mouthing at your jaw hotly. “It would ruin the beauty of yours.”

You let out a keening moan when you felt the recognizable shape of his fingers against your clitoris, something you knew to be technically impossible, what with both his hands currently occupied with holding either one of your breasts or your middle to his.

“Finally,” He growled, happy. “A proper sound out of you, darling. You filthy girl. You were wanting my hands on you, after all. Such a pitiful liar, avoiding my eyes all while soaking your undergarments at the thought of me near you.”

You rocked against him, the feeling of his fingers combined with his thigh against you bringing you ever closer to your crest.

“He could never make you feel like this.” He hissed. “He is a pitiful man. Not even with magic such as mine could he leave you aching thus.” Another lingering kiss to your neck. “How many times shall I make you come, hm? And in an alcove, no less. Desperate enough for me to let yourself be pleasured by me in public.” He clicked his tongue.

“Not public…” You insisted breathily, eyes struggling to open, looking towards the way you’d came, no one coming your way.

“No? Listen closer, pet.” Loki cooed, taunting you.

You did as he asked, though it was incredibly difficult, your mind mostly focused on what he was making you experience between your legs. It took you longer than you would like to admit, but you eventually picked up on the sound of voices that felt like they were coming towards the very alcove you were both hidden away in.

“Oh, did you notice?” He cooed again, all mean and smug. “Do you recognize his voice? He shall certainly recognize yours.”

Ice cold clarity slid down your back and your top teeth seemed to bite into your bottom lip of their own volition, all while you pressed yourself further into Loki’s embrace. He chuckled.

“Deny it all you wish, darling, but I know the thought of it thrills you. Having him hear us, having him hear you while you cum. Perhaps you will even be good enough to let out a sweet cry of my name for him.” His words were a mere whisper against your throat, not having once stopped the movements that were only bringing you closer to madness.

You shook your head in reply, your eyes rolling back in your head as his fingers (the magic ones he’d made appear beneath your skirts) sped up their movements against your clitoris.

“No? You feel capable of remaining quiet even while I do this to you? Shall I get on my knees for you and feast on your cunt? I think we both know how loud you get when I do that.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” You tried your best attempt at a hiss.

“Wouldn’t I? I thought we’d gotten close enough for you to know me well enough by now, pet. To know me and my limits.” He purred.

“You are…” You mewled, arching against him slightly as you, despite your wishes, began to reach the very height of your pleasure. “Obsessed.”

“Obsessed? With what? I dare you to tell me, without interruption.”

Oh, you hated it when he acted clueless like this. When he played with you right as you lost your composure, even if for a few brief moments.

“It is not…” You gasped sharply, your hand gripping onto his bicep. “You’ve no right to be brought to anger due to my suitors.”

“So you admit that he is your suitor?” He whispered darkly, and you noticed with a jolt of fear that the voices you’d heard moments ago were growing louder. “It is only right that I eliminate the weakest links for you. The ones that do not even deserve a second thought from you.”

“Why-” You moaned, the sound catching you off-guard more than it had Loki. You were well and truly holding onto your sanity for dear life now, trying to hold the tide of pleasure back. “Why you?”

“Why? Because I am your prince, and I choose how to occupy myself.” He squeezed your breast again. “Now cum for me, and let that pest hear just how much of a chance he has with you.” He growled, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck, bringing you deep onto the meat of his thigh.

You finally, unable to resist any longer to all that Loki had put you through, came against him, a long shiver going through your entire body as you let out a cry of his name that Loki would have surely described as ‘simply enchanting’. You fell back against him, the back of your head hitting his shoulder, and you thought you felt him press a kiss to your temple.

“Perfectly done, darling.” He praised, now sounding completely calm and composed (though his cock was still achingly hard against you). “That ingrate will certainly become disenchanted with the notion of you being his after this.”

“I still…” You finally felt like you’d caught your breath, though you let him continue to hold you up. “I still do not understand why you are so ridiculously preoccupied with something so futile.”

“Futile?” He clicked his tongue, the entire hallway now deathly quiet. “There can only ever be the very best for you. That is something I have sworn to uphold. He did not even deserve a moment of your precious time.”

“And I assume you find yourself to be the very best?” You raised a brow.

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I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose…

His voice rings in your head like a canary. You barely spoke a word to him on the way back to the penthouse. You’re in complete shock after seeing that video too. He has it all figured out and nothing was in his way. He had centuries to figure this all out, the fact that you’d even question him seems ridiculous. You’re way over your head and have no possible way to make this better.

You stay silent as you go up the elevator with him. Once you step foot back into the living room, you feel his hand grab your wrist and stop you in your tracks. You look up at him, eyes dark and alluring. He pulls you to his chest and gives you a long, passionate kiss. It feels so intoxicating, you’re practically lightheaded after. You sigh against him and relish the feeling of his lips on yours. You reach up on your toes to touch his face and you can feel a smile form on his face.

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

You struggle to catch your breath in between kisses and look at him uneasily.

“I didn’t do anything,” you say sheepishly.

“You didn’t leave me, that’s more than I could have ever asked for,” he quips, leaning in for another kiss.

“Now what?” You ask nervously.

He looks a little baffled by the question and caresses your face gently.

“Now I do what I was born to do. Be a king,” he says plainly.

You don’t respond to him. You try to shove down the horrible anxiety flooding your mind when you think of what he might do to gain that official role. To be king of earth… billions of people all under one commander. 

You nod your head and peel yourself away from his grasp. He doesn’t rush to you, he lets you have your space. You take a seat on the couch and try to keep yourself calm. 

“Do you need anything?” He asks softly.

You shake your head and give him a little smile, trying to hide how scared you are with this all.

“I need to take care of some other things, I’ll be back a little later,” he tells you.

He turns to leave, his scepter still in his hand and you watch the elevator doors close.

Being finally alone makes you feel the whole weight of the world on your shoulders. You hear Brenden’s words try to suffocate you and weigh on your chest. God what have you done? He was right, you created a monster. Loki is not going to stop until he gets what he wants. Whether you wanted to accept it or not, you are an accomplice in all of this.

You feel your phone buzz in your back pocket and it doesn’t stop. A mess of news notifications pop up on your screen as well as a million missed calls from Skylar. Shit, she’s probably freaking out about all of this. You haven’t talked to her in days and that isn’t like you. You have to tell her so she knows you're alive but you can’t go into much detail. Mainly for her own safety. All of this was going to get messy and you’re hoping that it wouldn’t cost you a friend in the midst of it all.

You unlock your phone and scan through the hundred unread text messages from her. She’s in full-blown panic mode and is ready to call the cops to look for you. You gather yourself together and call her back, trying to stay as calm as possible. It rings once and she picks up.

“Y/N?!” She says frantically.

You clear your throat, “Hi Sky,” you say softly.

“Oh my God y/n! Oh my God, you’re okay! Where the hell have you been?! I’ve been worried sick! You haven’t answered a single one of my calls or texts!” She says exasperated.

“I know, I’m sorry-,” You begin to say but she cuts you off.

“Sorry? That’s all I get? You’ve had me worried sick for these last few days after disappearing to him,” she says scathingly, unable to even utter his name. 

“Are you still with him?” She asks disgusted.

“Yes,” you say softly, “I’m safe though, please don’t worry too much.”

“What, are you serious? You’re with him?! Did you see that message that everyone got? Please, you need to stay with me from now on,” she tells you.

“Sky, I need you to listen to me okay? I’m okay, I swear. I’m not in any danger, he won’t hurt me,” you assure her. You’re probably the only human on this earth that he won’t endanger and that thought alone sends a shiver right down your spine.

“No y/n… do you hear how insane that sounds? You can’t trust him,” he says firmly.

“But I do and there’s nothing that can change that Sky. Please just know I’m fine and I’m taken care of. I’ll call you if I need anything but I’m staying here.”

A long silence stems from the other line and you’re not sure if she’s hung up.

“Sky? Are you still there…” More silence fills the receiver. “I’m sorry… I had no control over this happening,” you whisper.

“You always have a choice,” she says gently.

You’ve spoken the same words to Loki but as time has gone by, you have doubts that it’s even true.

“Bye Skylar.”

You hang up the phone, tears rolling down your cheeks, knowing you might have just pushed away your best friend and chosen a god over her.

*

It’s well past midnight and Loki isn’t back yet. You tried not to freak out about it but you really wanted to know what he was doing. You powered down your phone and threw it in a drawer. You didn’t want to see another article or anything else that was happening in the world. You hope Loki is honest enough that he’ll tell you the truth about what he’s doing out there. It’s hard to distract yourself when you know the world below you is changing before you and you had a hand in it. 

You clear your mind and take a long shower, letting the hot water numb you from it all. You wrap a towel around you before sifting through the drawers to find something to wear tonight. Something white catches your eye. You pick it up by its straps and reveal to yourself the sheer, lacy babydoll that leaves nothing to the imagination. 

Dear god did he buy this for you!? Was he just waiting for you to stumble upon this? Your cheeks blush at just the thought of him waiting to see you in this and the awful things he’d do to you in it. 

You hear footsteps in the hallway and you freeze, your heart rattling by in your chest. The footsteps stop short of the bedroom door and you stay in the closet. Maybe he won’t know you’re in here. 

“Are you hiding from me my pretty one,” he bellows, his voice slightly amused 

You tense at the sound of his voice, not wanting to make him wait for you a second longer. 

You slowly peek out of the closet, your hands clutching your chest to keep your towel on. 

“No… I was just getting something to change into,” you say softly. 

You take a look at him and he looks as though he’s been going through a battle. He looks a bit disheveled and beads of sweat cling to his temples. His eyes look fiery and dangerous as usual but there’s something different about them. He looks a bit worn out and you've never really seen him like that unless he was using his powers. 

A pit in your stomach appears, not liking what this means.

“Where have you been?” You asks concerned. 

“Just out… picking a new place for us to live,” he says wryly. 

“Oh, where will we go?” You ask nervously. 

“The tallest building in the city. For you my darling, only the best,” he smiles. 

You try to keep calm the best you can. 

“And how did you get that?”

“Well, they fully accepted me as their king. Said I may have anything I please,” he says slyly. 

Oh god, so it begins… his reign. 

“King…” you mumble under breath, half terrified. 

“And what do we have here?” He asks, taking a step forward.

You still have the lingerie in your hand, crumpled up against your chest. He distracts you and blush at the way he’s looking at you. The fact you still had it in your hand makes you so embarrassed. 

“Did you want me in this?” You ask sheepishly. 

He bites his lip, intrigued by the proposal. 

“I would love that… to have wearing that while I slowly ravish you… that sound you love to make for me… I think this would be the perfect outfit while we’re in our new home.” He grins.

“Oh I see,” you mumble, your mind racing at  what at he might do to you. “When can I see this new place?”

He slides his hand to the back of your neck and kisses you slowly. You stifle a sigh and nearly shake in his presence. 

“Get a some clothes on and I’ll show you. It's ready for you,” he tells you. 

*

You wrap your arms around yourself as you both get in the elevator and ride to the top where the new penthouse is. Your jaw nearly drops when you see how big this place is. It had a completely open layout, a decorative bar, Loki’s daggers on the table, black marble floors that are so shiny you can practically see your reflection in them. 

You go to the window and see the glimmering lights of the city. Another breathtaking view of your favorite place on earth. Sirens wailed in the distance and echoed against the tall buildings. You feel his hands wrap around your body like ivy, covering every inch of you in him. He places a tender kiss on your neck and breathes in your scent. Your body lights up and you shiver at his closeness. 

He takes his hands off of you momentarily, then peels off your long coat. He makes this disgruntled sound behind you when he sees what you’re wearing. You slipped on that lacy babydoll and hoped it would keep him distracted from going out there and causing more trouble. His hands go back to your hips and twists your body around to face him. 

He still looks tired, drained almost, like he hasn’t slept in days. His eyes still contained that wild look that could make your heart stop. They’re just way too blue and not normal. You can’t form any words and have to wait for what he says. The way he looks at you is like he’s hungry… starving for your attention again like the very first night he saw you. 

His hands cup your breasts in his hands and plays with your nipples through the thin material. You breathe in sharply and feel the longing feelings bloom inside you. 

“You are a tease, you know that hmm?” He grumbles, kissing your neck again. “You know I can’t say no to you.”

“I know, you’re my Achilles heel too,” you breathe, going in for a kiss.

You place your hands on his face and get startled at how he feels. His skin feels cool to the touch and beads of sweat drip down from his hairline. 

“Are you feeling okay?” You say worried. 

He winces a bit at your touch and nods his head, “yes, I’ve never been better. I just missed you,” he says shakily. 

You’re not convinced and know he’s lying. 

“I missed you, but you aren’t the same. You feel sick or something.”

“I’m fine I promise. I just need you close to me.”

“What do you need from me then?” You ask. 

He takes your hand and starts to lead you to another room. This place had high ceiling and dozens of doors that you assumed lead to different bedrooms. But Loki leads you to the very last room and through double doors, a giant suite. 

Inside stood a black throne with three steps leading to it. On the opposite wall, a huge bed made for a king with a draping canopy over the bed. Four posts erected from the bed’s frame and silky black sheets fit perfectly over the mattress. Your head feels dizzy being in here and with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, you wanted to collapse. 

He walks slowly to the throne, setting his scepter down on the side of him. He sits down, spreading his legs and kicking one leg out straight. Damn he looks so inviting like that. A perfect seat for you. 

“Come to me,” he commands. 

You feel like his power is taking over you. But you know it’s just he’s irresistible charisma that you will gladly kneel to. You take one step to him and wait, knowing he already has a plan.

“Come here, sit down,” he directs you, patting his thigh.

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from making a sound. You nod your head instead, taking a few more steps toward him and your eyes feasting on how good he looks. Those long legs made you weak and the way he sits there… like a powerful king born for this.

You sit down and wrap your arm around his neck, looking into those dangerous, stormy blue eyes. He takes you all in like this, his hand sliding up your calf, pulling your hair off your shoulders and licking his lips when his eyes get back up to your lips.

“So pretty for me. Tell me, do you like it here?” He asks.

“Yes, it’s wonderful. Thank you,” you say shyly. You don’t know what else to say in this situation. His reign is starting and he was going to get anything he wanted. 

“Good I’m glad, this is where we will stay for a little while,” he smiles, his hand slipping to your face and holding you by the back of your neck. The slightest touch makes you shudder but now, it’s more than ever. He’s more powerful than he’s ever been. It’s like you can feel him shake slightly when he touches you, unable to get a full grasp on his new power.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask quietly, caressing his face in your hand. 

“Yes, I just want you… It’s so overwhelming…” he breathes.

Your eyebrows furrow and see he’s not his normal self. He won’t tell you what’s really going on even if you beg. You nervously search on his face for any sign but he’s shrouded in secrecy. 

You don’t want to see him like this anymore and you lean in, placing a fiery kiss on his lips. He isn’t expecting such ferocity from you but you feel him welcome it wholeheartedly. He wraps his hands around you tighter, kissing you feverishly and barely giving you a chance to breathe. You moan against him, his hands making you feel on fire and your body beginning to ache with need. 

His hand slithers up your thigh and teases there, his fingers rubbing circles inches away from your core. You squirm in his lap, dying for any friction he can give you but he loves to make you wait. You slip your tongue in his mouth, moaning for him to keep going but he finds it more amusing to see you whimper for him.

“What is it my darling?” He teases, kissing your nose.

“Please touch me,” you whimper.

“I am, you’re going to have to be a little more specific,” he taunts. 

“You’re mean,” you grumble.

He chuckles amused by your frustration and swipes his fingers through your wet core. You gasp and the satisfaction from that one touch alone makes you feel unhinged. Your hips hungrily grind at his fingers, wanting anything else he can give you. His mouth opens when he feels how wet you’ve become, rubbing your sensitive bud in circles nearly driving you mad.

“I’m not mean darling… I just don’t know if you really want me the way I want you,” he says slyly.

You nod your head, feeling completely intoxicated by his very presence. His voice sends chills right through you and makes you unable to think straight.

“I do, I only want you. I’d-…” You stop momentarily when the words slip in the forefront your mind. It’s so easy to say and you have no shame in it at all, "I’d worship you,” you say needily.

His eyes flare with lust and “Show me,” he mumbles. He makes you stand up and runs his hands on your inner thigh, continuing to tease your core with his two fingers. Your mouth opens the moment he give you more. You don’t understand how you can be so starved for him after being apart for a short amount of time.

You bend your leg and rest it on the top of his thigh, giving him more access to your throbbing core. His eyes continue to look at you like you’re the most ravishing creature on this planet. His fingers curve inside you and with each thrust, make you feel overwhelmed by the second. He’s going to make you fall apart before you have the chance to touch him. His spreads you open and watches your reaction to his little game. He doesn’t let you fall apart just yet and stops short when he feels your walls fluttering. 

His fingers go straight to his mouth, savoring you as soon as it hits his tongue. You bite your lip as you look at this ethereal man crave you like his life depends on it. It’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. You never knew someone could want someone like this. Watching his fingers go from his mouth down to unzip his pants, you feel so flustered. It didn’t matter how many times you had been with him, you can’t help but blush looking at him. You advert your eyes momentarily, unable to watch him. 

“Look at me,” he bellows.

Your eyes snap back to his intense ones and feel frozen.

“Look what you do to me,” he groans, adverting his eyes down.

His hand is wrapped around his cock, fully hard and his tip leaking with precum. 

Your heart wants to fly out of your chest, he’s too much. You didn’t know if you wanted to lick every inch of him first or just sink down on it and ride him.

“I’m sorry my king, let me take care of you,” you say low and sultry. One of your hands grab onto the arm rest of the throne, bending over a little, and the other wraps around his length. His eyes flutter closed when he feels your touch, groaning slightly. You lean in and kiss his neck, taking your time and lazily tugging his length in your hand. 

“Fuck come here. Sit down,” he growls.

His fingers unclip the garment from the front as his eyes take in the sight before him. He licks his lips and takes a sharp breath, acting like he’s never seen your bare skin before. He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you onto his lap, leaving you face to face. You both stay silent looking onto each other’s needy eyes and he places both hands on your hips. He pushes you down slightly and you feel the tip of his length rest at your entrance. You hiss at the sensation, not prepared for him. He curses under his breath, rubbing his tip through your folds and spreading your wetness on him.

“Oh darling, I love how wet you get for me. You drive me mad, you know that hmm?” He groans, pushing your hips down to have his length inside you then lifts you back up. 

You loudly cry and place your hands on both of his shoulders, feeling weak already. 

“Oh god I know. I can’t help but need you,” you whimper.

“Good… keep wanting me and show me how much you need me,” he demands, his voice gruff and low.

You feel him guide his cock to your entrance again and you sink down on him. You groan his name and move slow, stretching around him and pleasure seeping through you. Your mind forgets everything around you except him. You only want to please him and make him feel the best he possibly can. Your eyes close as your hips move up and down on him and take more of him with each movement.

He groans loudly and has his hand on the small of your back, guiding your hips with each thrust. His other hand touches your face, down to your breasts and back up. You open your eyes back up and put your hands in his hair. Sweat clung to him and he looks intoxicated on you. His eyes still have that perilous look that they’ve never had before.

“Please don’t stop,” he growls.

You don’t want to either and listen to him. You move without much thought, just taking your time in enjoying him. His lips cover you in kisses. Your lips feel swollen and tender after the attention they get from him. When his mouth wasn’t kissing your face, they were sucking your breasts, leaving dark splotches all over them. 

You have him buried deep inside you, rocking back and forth in his lap as he clings onto you for dear life. His nails rake down your back, overwhelmed with you. Your body feels on fire and you are so close to letting go. The way he moans your name should not leave you feeling like you can cum on his command. But you have the same effect on him too. You whimper his name in his ear and tug on his hair as you ride him and he bucks his hips up, needing to have more of you.

You struggle for breath and let your head fall back as your hips grind at the base of his cock.

“Oh god… oh Loki I’m going to cum,” you groan.

He hums and you suddenly feel his hand wrap around your neck. You groan at the sensation and grind against him harder, your hand wrapped around his wrist. He squeezes you gently and instantly makes you fall apart. 

Your strangled cry echoes through the room and you hold onto him. Your walls flutter and squeeze around him, your release powerful and all consuming. He groans through his teeth when he feels you squeezing around him, not wanting you to stop moving. You felt too good and refused to believe anything by else existed besides you two. 

He places his hands back in your hips and stills you, pushing his pulsing cock inside you as he lets himself go. His face hides in the crook of your neck kissing you and saying your name like a hymn. Your body shakes against him as you both try to come down from your highs. He keeps you pressed against him and holds you like you’re the most precious thing to him. 

You pull his head away from you so you can look into his eyes. Strands of his hair cling to his face with sweat and his eyes still look tired. He knows you’re worried and tries to stop you from airing any of your grievances. His finger taps your lips, outlining the swollen cupids bow and indulging in the warmth. 

“You are everything,” he murmurs. 

You don’t quite know what to say to that but smile at him and try to swipe the hair away from his face. 

He stands up and carries you to bed, gently placing you in the center of it. He carefully pulls out of you and grunts when doing so. You grab at his arms, aching to have him near you again. The comfort he provided when he is close is indescribable. 

He looks at you and smiles but falters back for a moment. He’s clearly more weak than he’s letting on. You reach for him, wanting him to not move. 

“Loki please, rest. I don’t want to see you like this,” you say concerned. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I just need time to get used to having power again,” he says a bit breathless. 

“Then lay down with me,” you urge. 

He stops and there’s something in his eyes that he’s hiding. 

“I can’t darling. You are the one who needs rest,” he trod to say with a smile but he winced instead. 

Your anxiety grows and you don’t know what to do for him. You knew all of this was a bad idea but you had no idea the toll it would take on him. Is it your fault? Is your presence nearly killing him like the prophecy tells? You are his downfall after all, you could be hurting him without much effort. But the dread you felt in your soul from him being away from you is one of the worst pains imaginable. It makes you feel sick.

“Loki please don’t make me beg you. I can’t see you like this,” you tell him. 

He turns away from you and gathers his clothes that are scattered in the floor. You feel so helpless and know there isn’t anything you can do to make him listen. He gets his clothes on and walks to the door not before looking at you. Sorrow and pain fills his eyes.

“I’ll see you later.”

*

A week goes by and you barely leave the bedroom. You’re worried sick about Loki. He hardly comes home and is exhausted every time he does step foot into the penthouse. The sound of sirens and helicopters increased every single day. You didn’t dare to pick up your phone or put the tv on. You knew there was chaos outside and you wouldn’t dare to look at it. Because you caused it too. You’re equally responsible for this as he is. 

What on earth could you do? You love this man but his need for power and chaos would always triumph over you. He wants company, yes, but if you asked him to give this up, he’d never give in. He didn’t love you to do that. 

Tonight, you decide to stay up and wait for him to come home. You didn’t care if it was well into the early morning hours. You couldn’t handle him being away for this long. A loud crashing sound comes from outside and jolts the whole building. 

You rush out the bedroom and find Loki outside in his armor, collapsed on his hands and knees in pain. Your mind scrambles at what’s happening. You quickly run to him. There’s shards of glass everywhere and they pierce your knees and palms when you fall to him. You cry out in pain momentarily but Loki is far worse shape than you. 

He has cuts on his forehead and cheeks. Dirt caked his hands and his knuckles look bruised. 

“Loki, what happened!? What’s going on?” You ask frantically, grabbing his hand to get his attention. He’s cold, nearly shaking as he slowly looks your way. 

“What’s happening to you,” you ask, your throat tight with emotion. 

“I’m a frost giant darling. My true nature is showing itself for some reason…This is what I am,” he says ashamed. 

There’s so much to unpack and what that means for him but all you want to do is help him. He’s clearly in pain from what he just did and you have no idea how to make this any better.

“You need to stop Loki… I can’t have you doing this. You need to stop while you still can. I can’t have you hurt,” you tell him helplessly. 

“But I did it…” he says breathlessly. 

“You did what?” You ask.

“New York is mine.”

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“Mother,” he ignored Lang while he slowly descended the staircase, trying to hide the surprise in his voice. 

Their last meeting replayed in his mind with painful clarity. She had reassured him she still loved him, and Loki had responded with rage. And now he felt a tempest brewing inside of him– lingering anger, the fear of being found out, and beneath it all, undeniable joy. The joy of seeing his Mother after five long years. 

“And to what do I owe this visit?,” Loki maintained his cool detachment, refusing to reveal how he felt. But she always knew. 

“I hope you don’t mind; I let us in. You have a lovely home, Loki,” Frigga observed as she glanced around the foyer.

“Prison,” he corrected. “This is my prison, Mother. A gilded cage is still a cage.”  

Frigga did not flinch. She had expected this. She had come prepared for his anger. Scott shifted uncomfortably, suddenly fascinated by a particularly ornate light fixture. “These are, uh, really nice sconces,” he mumbled to no one in particular.

“I assume if the Avengers have sent a representative, this isn’t merely a social call.” Loki now stood in front of them, his eyes slowly glancing between the two. 

Frigga stepped forward, closing some of the distance between herself and Loki. The scent of Asgardian blossoms clung to her– a fragrance from another realm, another life. 

“No. Though I have wished to see you, regardless of the circumstances. There are matters we must discuss.” 

“I see,” Loki replied, his voice carefully neutral even as curiosity began to stir within him. “And your companion?” He gestured toward Scott, who gave an awkward wave in response.

“A representative. Of interests that align with ours.”

Whatever had brought Frigga across realms to his doorstep was significant enough to involve an Avenger. Loki’s heart began to beat faster, the thump echoing in his ears. 

“Very well,” he led them toward the interior of the house. “Have a seat in the living room, I will bring some tea.”

Loki turned and strode toward the kitchen, grateful for the momentary reprieve. Alone, he allowed his carefully maintained expression to falter. For a minute, he stood in his kitchen, pressing his palms against the cool marble countertop and drew a deep breath, centering himself.

What could they possibly be here for?

As he began to prepare a tea tray, Loki tried to foresee an answer. Even if his mother had seen Charlotte, she didn’t know that she was his student, and that they were having an affair. He still had his job. No mistakes had been made that Frigga knew of.

Had she spoken to Thor? Maybe he was going to be relieved of his sentence? Was that why they were here? This would all be over– everything he had wanted for years. The thought should have filled him with elation. But instead, it left an unexpected hollowness in his chest.

If his exile ended, what would become of Charlotte? He wasn’t ready to leave her. Not yet. She was now his girlfriend. Someone he really…

Loki paused as he set the china down on the tray. 

Someone he really did care about. Whatever was between them, it was something he wasn’t going to give up. 

What have you gotten yourself into? A mess. An absolute mess.

When he returned to the living room, Frigga was gracefully taking a seat on the large couch, and Scott sat on the fainting couch next to her. Loki set down his tray, and sat across from his mother.

Scott laughed nervously as he poured himself a cup, “This place is so fancy, I’m afraid to spill tea on this couch! Is this like a...what do you call it? A settee? A chaise?”

“Please don’t spill anything,” Loki warned. “It’s custom made and surely costs more than your car.”

“Joke’s on you, I don’t have a car!,” Scott smiled while he raised his cup in the air.

Loki raised an eyebrow, and allowed a small, tight smile. For a moment, their eyes met, and Loki realized this man was woefully out of his depth, and just trying to make the best of the situation. He felt uncharacteristically sympathetic to the man’s situation. 

“How is life as an educator, Loki? Do you find it fulfilling?,” Frigga asked, taking a sip of tea. She was really trying to connect with him, check in on his wellbeing. How he missed her. 

“It is…different than what I expected. I was not prepared for this life.”

“But you were always so good at adapting, Loki.” Her eyes shone with unmistakable pride. The look sent an unwelcome pang through him, a craving for approval he thought he’d overcome years ago. “Thor tells me you have even made friends here.”

Loki rolled his eyes. His big brother with his big mouth. “Yes, I have made acquaintances with a couple of mortals that don’t bore me completely. One must find some way to pass the time.”

The understatement was deliberate. He would not admit to Frigga how much he had come to value certain human connections. Nathaniel with his cheerful demeanor and kindness. Charlotte, with her keen mind and exquisite body. People he genuinely cared about.

Frigga’s lips curved into a knowing smile that creased the corners of her eyes. “You don’t need to lie to me, son. It’s okay to have affection for humans. They’re not that much different than us.” She leaned forward slightly, “You are doing so well, Loki. I am proud of you.”

The words caught him off guard, forming a knot in his throat that he swallowed against. What was there to be proud of? He was a good prisoner? Good at not causing chaos? His emotions churned inside, but through it he felt relief– she definitely did not know he was having an affair with his student. Their secret was safe.

Loki set down his cup with deliberate precision. “I assume you didn’t cross the realms simply to inquire about my teaching career. Why are you really here, Mother?”

“I want to talk to you about a proposition that we have.” He knew that tone– it was the same one she had used when he was a child and she was about to assign him some particularly unpleasant lesson or task. 

“I see. And what disaster has befallen the realm eternal that would drive you to seek help from the disgraced son? Do you want me to assist the Avengers?” His eyes flicked to Scott, who shook his head slowly. 

“This is for Asgard. We need your help.”

Loki sat perfectly still for several heartbeats, his face an expressionless mask while inside, frustration was building. The audacity of it all– to banish him, strip him of his powers, force him to live among mortals for years, and then to come to him asking for assistance! 

Scott Lang glanced between them, sensing the shifting atmosphere. He took another sip of tea, focusing intently on the patterns of his cup.

Loki broke eye contact with his mother, purposefully standing to gain some distance. “Is this Odin’s work? Did he send you to do his bidding, knowing that I would not speak to him? First, you banish me to this planet. And now you ask for more!”

He began to pace, his long legs carrying him back and forth across the Persian rug. A familiar tightness returned to his chest, one that he had felt for the first year he had been here. Frigga watched him, her expression composed but her eyes tracking his movements as his anger built. 

“Loki, you may be banished, but you are still a Prince of Asgard. This is your duty.”

Loki’s back stiffened, and his eyes narrowed as he stared at his unwelcome visitors. Scott shifted uncomfortably, clearly wishing he were anywhere else. 

“My duty?!” The word escaped in a hiss. “I am a professor at a university on Earth, my royal duties were finished when I was exiled here!”

Frigga remained seated, her posture unchanged, but something shifted in her eyes– a flicker of sadness, perhaps, or understanding. “Your sentence was just, Loki. Even you must acknowledge that.”

A dark chuckle came from his throat, unbidden. His patience was wearing thin. As if sensing his thoughts, Frigga reached into the ocean colored folds of her gown. Her hands emerged holding an object that immediately captured he and Scott’s attention– a cube roughly the size of a paperweight, its surface a polished gold.

“We need help opening this,” Frigga said, setting down the artifact gently on the coffee table. 

Despite himself, Loki’s eyes fixed on the cube, curiosity briefly overriding his anger as he returned to his seat across from her. Its surface was etched with intricate patterns that seemed to shift when he wasn’t looking directly at them. 

“We’ve been trying for over two years. Our best minds have been unable to solve its puzzle. Even the most skilled sorcerers in Asgard cannot breach its secrets.”

Scott leaned forward in his seat, squinting at the cube. “So it’s like... a fancy Rubik’s Cube?” 

Frigga gave the Avenger a questioning look.

“It’s a puzzle toy. You twist it around until all the colors match up.” He mimicked turning an invisible cube in his hands. “Though I never solved one myself. Always ended up peeling the stickers off.”

“Something like that,” Loki acknowledged Scott’s attempt at understanding alien technology. “Where was it found?”

“The outer reaches of Nidavellir. There was a recent…skirmish there. This was recovered.”

Loki’s gaze shifted from the cube to his mother’s face, searching for deception. “What is its purpose?”

“That,” Frigga admitted, “is part of what we need to discover. But we believe it contains something that could be vital to Asgard’s security. Whatever it is, its importance cannot be overstated.”

Loki nodded, and despite his resentment, the challenge appealed to him. Now he had a bargaining chip. Frigga had intentionally given him vital information– that this was significant. But he knew he needed to temper his optimism. Nothing from Odin came without strings attached, without hidden agendas.

“And if I agree to help, what exactly would be required of me?”

She glanced at Scott, giving him a nod. “The work would need to be done here, on Earth. As for risks, the cube appears stable, but as you know, artifacts of this age can be unpredictable. Your approach would need to be measured, cautious.”

“And the timetable?” Loki pressed. 

“You have twenty-four hours to accept our offer,” Frigga stated, the formality returning to her tone. “If you accept, the timeline for your work is as you need. We cannot rush understanding. There are... factions... who believe the artifact should be approached differently. More aggressively. I have advocated for your involvement because I believe your method would be safer. Wiser.”

 “And what of my sentence?” he asked, his eyes rising from the cube to hers. “What does solving your little puzzle gain me, beyond the satisfaction of proving myself smarter than Asgard’s ‘finest minds’?”

“Your deeds these last five years have not gone unnoticed, Loki. Despite your circumstances, you have chosen a virtuous path. You have taught, shared knowledge, and refrained from using your position to cause harm.”

He cringed internally, thinking about how he used his position of power with Charlotte.

“Virtue is easy when one’s options for mischief are so severely limited,” he replied.

“Nevertheless, your choices matter. Thor has spoken on your behalf to Odin.”

A flash of surprise crossed Loki’s face before he could mask it. Thor, advocating for him? After everything? 

“Thor believes, as I do, that your assistance in this matter might persuade Odin to reconsider the terms of your sentence. Not an immediate return to Asgard, perhaps, but a shortening of your time here.”

The words lay into his chest, the reality sinking in. This was real this time. Tangible.

“And I’m to believe Odin would be so easily swayed?” Loki asked, unable to keep the bitterness from his voice. 

“Not easily, no. But Odin is not immovable. Circumstances change. Needs arise. And sons can surprise their fathers.” She smiled at him, her eyes filled with affection for her son. 

Loki’s gaze glanced between his mother and Scott’s, who had now lost all pretense of pretending not to be interested in the dramatic scene unfolding before him. 

“And if I refuse?,” he asked.

“Then you remain as you are, and we continue our search for another way.” She paused. “But I hope you won’t refuse, Loki. Not just for Asgard’s sake, but for your own.”

Frigga reached into the folds of her robe again, and she produced a second object and set it next to the cube. It was a small crystal vial containing what appeared to be liquid light, swirling and pulsing with gentle golden radiance. 

“And what is this?”

“For you to drink when you confirm your assistance,” she gracefully stood from her seat.  Lang set down his tea and followed her movements as she walked towards the front door of Loki’s house. 

“And how do you know I’m the one to solve it?” Loki asked, rising to his full height. 

Frigga smiled then, a smile so full of certainty and pride that it struck him like a physical force. “Because I believe in you, Loki. I always have.”

She stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Before he could react, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around him in an embrace.For a heartbeat, he stood frozen, arms at his sides, caught between the instinct to push her away and the desperate need to cling to her. Then, slowly, his arms lifted and returned her hug. She smelled of Asgardian gardens and ancient magic, of home and childhood and everything he had lost. The warmth and comfort he had craved from her flooded his senses, and he felt tears welling in his eyes. 

Frigga held him a moment longer than necessary, as if trying to impart some of her strength, her faith in him. When she finally pulled away, her eyes were bright with unshed tears, but her smile remained steady.

“You’ve done well here, more than you know,” she said, glancing around his meticulously kept home. She touched his face briefly, “I have missed you, my son,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Loki took a deep breath and blinked, fighting the tears that threatened to break over the edge of his eyelid. He looked at the golden cube, then back at his mother and Lang as they headed out of his house.

“Hey man, if you need anything, you can text me, alright?” Scott awkwardly waved as he hurriedly moved towards the door and opened it for Frigga.

“Twenty-four hours,” she repeated softly. “The choice is yours, Loki. As it always has been.”

-> Chapter 19 (coming Feb 2026)

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You locked yourself into one of the spare bedrooms and sat there in the dark. The weight of the whole situation began to fall on you. You’re too invested in his life and scheme. What were you going to do about any of this. All the information he dropped on you was overwhelming. You try to grasp it in bite-sized chunks to see if that helps anything.

The gods are real.

Loki is one of them.

He wants to be king.

You are the pawn in order to get what he wants.

And lastly, you will also be his demise.

Yeah… this should go perfectly…

You thankfully have your phone still on you and take it out of your pocket. You’re faced with the decision of either call for help, but what was that really going to do? Or stay here and try to fight off Loki on your own. Yeah, that probably wasn’t going to be a good idea either.

You’re stuck between a rock and a hard place, every decision just leading to another bad situation. You grumble, annoyed you’re in this position and wish you could run away. In some weird supernatural way, you know you’d find your way back to Loki or worse, he’ll come find you.

Your hands search the wall to find the light switch. A lamp on the side table flickers on and your eyes wince at the sudden light. The room was decorated simply, a clean duvet on the bed and slow artwork hung in the walls. The sun was peeking through the heavy drapes; a new day was beginning.

You let a few hours pass before summoning the courage to go out. You hear rustling in the kitchen and know it’s him. There’s no way to hide from him forever; you just have to face him.

You tread lightly down the hallway, not wanting to cause attention to yourself. His back faces you once you round the corner to the kitchen and see he’s mixing something in a bowl.

“About time you came out here,” he says, unamused.

You don’t respond right away as you make your way directly in front of him. He flashes his eyes at you and it’s a horrible mistake. The thick silence that forms in the room is enough to cut with a knife. Those eyes are too powerful and make your heart do flips. You try to hold your ground and look right back at him.

“I’m leaving, you can’t keep me here,” you tell him.

He chuckles as he continues to mix whatever is the bowl.

“Go ahead, you know where the door is,” he says nonchalantly, motioning for the door.

You’re a little shocked he isn’t putting up a fight. He just continues to get a pan out and focus on the food he’s making.

You quickly rush to the door and can practically taste freedom. You reach for the handle and your hand goes right through it like it was in fog.

Damnit, an illusion.

The trickster tricked you.

Of course he did.

You whip your head back to him and watch as he’s laughing quietly to himself.

“Oh, that was too good. Gets everyone every time,” he jests.

God, he’s so annoying. Like a boy picking on you at the schoolyard and doing everything to embarrass you just for the laughs.

“You’re a child,” you say, annoyed.

“Oh please, I’m just having a bit of fun. Do you want to eat?” He asks.

“No, I’m not eating anything you’ve touched.” You say sourly.

He abruptly stops what he’s doing and stares you down.

“Being difficult is not going to do you any favors,” he says grumpily.

“Oh, you think this is difficult? You have no idea how stubborn I can be,” you scowl.

His lips purse into a sly grin and his eyes eat you up. “You really want me to tie you down, don’t you?” He challenges.

You freeze at that notion and try not to think about that. It sounds horrible and enticing all at the same time same time.

“You’ll never get to do that,” you growl, your eyes challenging him. “What do you want with me? I don’t want to be here.”

He starts to pour eggs into a pan with a mixture of vegetables and it sizzles once it hits the pan.

“We have a gala to go to tonight,” he says matter-of-factly.

“We?” You question. “There is no we. I already told you I want no part of this plot.”

“You’re going whether you want to or not. You need to be by my side,” you says, his voice rough and dangerous.

You take a deep breath and let out a frustrated sigh.

“What’s at this gala?”

“Just a little something I want. Something to add to my trophy room,” he says coyly, a smirk slapped across his face.

You look at him in a bit of disgust and scoff.

“You mean your weird torture room with all the daggers and knives? That room?” You say smartly.

He throws you an annoyed look and continues to tend to the pan.

“All you had to do was stay out of there and things would be a lot easier but no. You just had to do exactly what you were told not to do,” he says sourly.

“Thanks to me, Brenden is unharmed, so I’d do it all over again if I had to,” you grumble.

He turns away from you, anger budding off of him as he goes to reach for two plates.

“There’s an artifact I want, a scepter.” He says bluntly.

“And they’re selling it tonight or what?” You say annoyed.

“No, not exactly,” he says with a smirk on his face.

You know this man is not capable of anything good so your stomach drops with that look.

“So you’re stealing something then,” you say stiffly, not wanting to be right.

“I’m not stealing what’s already mine.”

“How so?”

“It was dropped here on earth when I was banished into that cave. Someone excavated it, stuck it in a museum for the last couple of years, not knowing where it came from. But I know what’s mine.”

You swallow harshly, afraid if this thing holds more power, he become more unstable.

“What are you going to do with it?” You say unsure.

“It can wield my power through it, using less exertion on my part, which I need more than ever,” he say annoyed.

He serves you some eggs on your plate and slides a fork on the counter for you. You just stare at it and don’t move. You have too many questions to ask him and can’t settle down until you know.

“What other powers have you used on me? I’ve read the myths, are they true?” You ask bluntly.

His eyebrows raise in surprise and hums amused.

“Yes, those myths are true. You humans, took very good notes on me.”

Your mind races back to all the little moments he could have used his powers on you. You can’t decipher whether an innocent touch or a sneaky way of getting information about you. It pisses you off how easily you trusted him. Always giving him the benefit of the doubt and never thinking what he was doing was dubious and evil.

You remember that day in the cafe, the touches, the looks, the way those bruises disappeared. That had to have been him.

“Can you heal someone? Is that what you did to me that day in the cafe?”

“Yes, I couldn’t have you looking like that. Had to fix you up and make you flawless,” he says quietly, his fingertips softly caressing your hand. You quickly swat it away in disgust and try to keep distance.

“Have you ever thought of what good you could do with these powers? Instead of causing destruction everywhere you go, you could actually be helping people!” You say flabbergasted.

“That wasn’t in my cards, darling,” he grumbles.

“Are you seriously never going to challenge your fate? You think that’s as good as it gets for you? You think you just need to bend over and take it?” You say outraged, “Fucking wake up! You’re not in that cave anymore!”

He looks at you like he could jump over this counter. You stand your ground and don’t take back a single word.

“You are testing my patience to the fullest,” he growls.

“Good, about time someone did,” you snarl.

He suddenly pushes the plate away from you and the loud crash of the plates hitting the ground makes you  jump. His eyes are full of danger and his hands grip onto the lip of the countertop. Wild and untamed, he has a hard time keeping himself from getting out of hand it seems. You cower back in your hair and hold your breath.

“Let’s get one thing straight, you are part of my story whether you want it or not. There’s no escaping that. You will be by my side and help me through this. You will not run away from me and if you do, you’ll never leave,” he snarls.

You look at him with disgust, “You’ll never change. That’s why you can’t escape your fate. You think this is all you’re capable of and don’t want anything better for yourself.” You tell him. You see how his eyes lose that fire and something else resides behind them. You don’t know what it is but his whole demeanor changes.

“I feel sorry for you,” you say softly.

He looks at you again, words wanting to come out of his mouth but he can’t find them seems. He quickly turns and leaves without another word.

*

You stayed out in the living room, knowing that hiding from him wouldn’t do anything. If anything, he’s hiding from you. You heard his bedroom door close when he rushed out of the room and nothing else for hours. It made you a little uneasy but you couldn’t worry about him. He’s just throwing a fit and you can’t feed into his behavior.

The sun is setting over the horizon of the buildings and you hear Loki’s door swing open. You turn to face whatever creature is going to come out here. He’s in a tux, hair slicked back and shiny black dress shoes that announce his arrival. Your face must say too much because he wears a pleased smirk on his face. Your eyes lower in annoyance with yourself and get it together.

“Gala is in an hour. There are a few dresses in the closet for you and anything else you might need in the bathroom,” he says nonchalantly, messing with his cufflinks.

You don’t have it in you today to fight with him more and quietly sulk away.

You go to his room and find the huge walk-in closet open and the first thing you see is a long floor length black gown waiting for you. It was simple yet elegant in all the right ways. The sweetheart neckline and the gold beaded detailing on the sides of the dress was going to make you look dazzling. You settle for this dress and rush to get ready. You took a shower and blowdried your hair to get ready for the evening.

*

You walked through the museum doors and everyone is mingling, walking around in their best gowns and suits. There are servers walking around with champagne and hors d’oeuvres. Loki is an arms length away from you at all times. You feel his hand wanting to rest on the small of your back but you twist away in the nick of time. It frustrates him, but he’s persistent all night long. This dress was basically a walking tease, showing enough skin and hugging you in all the right places but not calling attention to yourself.

You try to make the best of tonight. You do take your time looking at the art, the artifacts, some of them older than two-thousand years old. You have always loved art and the stories it tells. It’s just hard to fully get lost in it when Loki is hovering over you, watching you like a hawk. You don’t know where he thinks you’ll be going. He’s established it would be dumb of you to run away from him and you agreed.

The night progresses and you really wonder what Loki’s move is. Where is this precious artifact he needs so badly? You’d think he’d be so anxious to get it back in his hands, he’d make a beeline for it. But he takes his time walking the museum with you. He makes small talk with people, charming their pants off practically. It annoys you, how much of a show he makes this.

You haven’t so much spoken a word to him all night and you don’t know if that was okay with him or it was driving him crazy. You continue to wander the halls, pausing wherever you please to admire the artwork in front of you. Glancing to your right, you see Loki’s back facing you and looking at weapons on a wall. You cautiously walk closer, wanting to see what he’s looking at in particular.

In the center of the exhibit stood a long scepter, almost trident like. It gleamed in gold and seemed too perfect. An indication that it was not of this world. Gold has never stayed this immaculate after being dug up or wherever they found this thing. You knew this is what Loki’s been looking for.

He raises his hand to it and breaks the restraints that were holding it to the wall. You glance around to see if anyone was coming or nearby and thankfully no one was. He reaches forward to grab it and you pulse rises at what he’s doing. Loki’s posture straightens and his hand tightens around the middle of the scepter. He slowly turns to your direction, clearly pleased he’s gotten what he’s wanted.

Your eyes widen as you look at the man in front of you. Dear god, it’s too easy to visualize him in full armor again, looking powerful and in control with that scepter. All doubt erased from your mind thinking that this wasn’t his in someway. Even in his suit he’s wearing now, you can tell it belonged to him. You didn’t ever want to feed into his delusion, but with this in his hand, he did look like a king. Power radiated off of him and you loved it. It would be too east to kneel before him and-…

Damn…

His eyes flash back to full of wild danger and your heart leaps out of your chest by that one look. He sees how your looking at him with awe and intrigue. You feel a shiver run down your spine and know you’re in trouble. So much trouble. Your palms get clammy and the air is thick with tension. His eyes feast on you, pupils widening as he watches you try to fight this insatiable need to be near him.

“H-how are you walking out of here with that thing?” Your voice waivers.

His other hand hovers over it and suddenly it vanishes in thin air.

“With a bit of magic darling. I’m still capable of that,” he touts proudly.

You can’t control your racing heart and you are so self-conscious that you’re afraid he’s going to hear it.

He takes one step forward and it makes you jump back, not in fear he’s going to hurt you, but more afraid of what might happen if you let your body get closer to him.

You try to clear your throat and shake these feelings running through you.

“Let me go to the bathroom before we leave,” you say, lowering your gaze and rushing out of the room. The bathroom wasn’t too far down the hall and you quickly go to the sink and place your hands on the cold counter.

Get a damn grip, you glare at your reflection. This is pathetic behavior from you and can’t believe just the idea of him in armor gets you feeling things you definitely should not be feeling. You run the water and wash your hands, trying to quickly get yourself together. Taking deep breaths with your eyes closed, you feel your body calm down and relax. You’re being ridiculous. You need to get out of here as quickly as possible now so no one notices an artifact is missing and you can go home.

You open your eyes to grab a paper towel out of the dispenser on the wall and when you turn to throw it away, Loki’s reflection is in the mirror. You make a little yelp noise, scared out of your skin that he’s inches away from you.

“What are you doing in here?!” You hiss.

He doesn’t speak, just silently staring at you. His eyes are mapping where to kiss on your chest, up your neck and to your lips. “You were looking at me awfully hard, want to tell me what that was about?” He says low.

You’d rather die than tell him what was going on in your head. He’d take way too much pleasure in it.

“So were you,” you say sourly.

“I’ll tell you what I was thinking if you tell me what you were devising in that head of yours,” he says smartly, clearly very proud of his quid pro quo.

You don’t want him to touch you and see the truth so you have to say something.

“I was just looking at how threatening the scepter looked. I didn’t expect the gold to look like that,” you explain. It was the truth too. You’ve never seen anything like it.

His lips curve into a wry smile and nods his head at you.

“Yes, it’s Asgardian gold, no other element found like it here on earth.”

Your heart rattles in your chest, anxiety crawling up your back as you need to get out of this small enclosure with him as quickly as possible.

“Your turn,” you say impatiently.

He chuckles, a mischievous look on his face.

“I don’t know… you probably don’t want to know,” he teases.

You roll your eyes at him, not up for his games.

“How about you tell me in the car so we can leave,” you say impatiently.

You begin to move away from him but he stops you in your tracks, grabbing your hand and looks into your eyes.

“No, I’ll tell you. You deserve to know. You don’t like it when I lie to you so I’ll tell the truth for a change,” he says coyly, taking a small step closer to you, making it harder to breathe.

He sucks in a sharp breath before speaking, “I’ve been staring at you all night in that dress. It was the one that I wished you wouldn’t wear because it would be extremely difficult for me to obtain control around you. I know you don’t want me anywhere near you but the things I want to do to you in this dress… It would surely make you very upset with me,” he quips, his eyes continuing to drink you in.

You swallow harshly and you feel your body stiffen. Your face says it all as shock and disbelief shroud you. You try to say something, anything to break this unforgivable silence. Another second drags on as you look into his heated eyes and you know you’re too late. The silence said everything he needed to know.

“Oh… you feel the same way, don’t you? You wore this to tease me hmm?” He taunts.

“No,” you say feebly.

His eyes narrow, “I’m impressed, I didn’t think you had it in you to be on your worst behavior with me,” he says proudly.

“Loki, just get us out of here. I don’t want to be here another second,” you deflect.

He takes one more step forward, your chests nearly touching and the air gets sucked out of the room when he’s this close to you.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he growls, leaning into your ear. You sigh because of it, liking how it feels when he’s this close to you.

Your hands grapple onto his jacket lapels, wanting to push him away but your hands don’t come off of him. It takes everything in you not to shred this off of him and pull away at his shirt just to feel his skin.

“Tell me you want me,” he coos.

“I don’t want you, I can’t want you,” you say in frustration.

“Your body is saying otherwise. It’s taking you everything to not lean into me hmm?” His voice full of temptation.

You bite the inside of your cheek to not make a sound. His hand cups your face, making you look in his eyes and you instantly melt.

“Then I’m sure you’d hate if I held you closer…” you says inching toward your lips.

You feel every cell in your body on fire and you push your hips into his frame. You both pause at the sudden touch and let out a long sigh.

“Stop talking and kiss me,” your voice pleading and airy.

He grabs onto you tighter and presses his lips to yours, not leaving a second for hesitation. It’s fiery and needy, like time was running out if he didn’t kiss you enough. Your hands trail along his chest and instantly feel satisfaction. There isn’t enough closeness ever with this man. You will always crave more and more, which might just be your undoing.

His hands wander up and down your body, grabbing handfuls of you while making you gasp for more. You feel your core ache with every long caressing touch that then turn into a starving ones. You pull his jacket off his shoulders and frantically undo the buttons of his shirt. His smooth, muscular chest feels like heaven under your fingertips. You break the kiss to lean into his chest and place long wet kisses all over his chest. It nearly felt like worshipping the man. If you were on your knees it might just be.

He suddenly picks you up by the backs of your thighs and sets your down on the counter. His overall demeanor is a mix of pure raging lust and in a daze from being this close to you. His hands graze over your calves and up your thighs, bringing up your dress along with it. He spreads your legs wider for him and he looks at you in your sheer black tights and the black silk panties you’re wearing underneath. You feel yourself shake a little by the way he’s looking at you.

His fingertips reach for the waistband of your tights and slowly rip them down the middle. His chest rises and falls laboriously and looks up at you deviously. He brings two fingers to your core and slowly rubs your throbbing clit. You moan instantly and push your hips forward to meet his touch. The wetness in your panties spread with each passing moment and tried to pull him in closer. You tangle your fingers in his hair and try to pull his mouth to your neck. He obliges and kisses and sucks on that spot that he knows you like so much.

You feel your body tense with pleasure as his fingers keep working you into madness. You try to stay as quiet as possible, not wanting to attract any attention. Before you know it, his fingers pull your panties to the side and sinks them into your wet heat. You gasp loudly and grab onto his shoulders tightly. You can’t help but rock your hips into him and get more pleasure seeping into your veins. He cusses under his breath, every stroke of his fingers making you wetter. You close your eyes, ready to fall apart, not caring how heinous this all it.

“That’s it, darling, you feel so good,” he coos, his voice like pure honey. You whimper softly as his fingers curl up and makes you nearly scream his name. He keeps doing it, over and over, moving his fingers in a come-hither motion and silently begging for you to come undone.

“Oh…” he says low suddenly.

That time is different and it makes your eyes pop back open. You look at him breathless and with concern, trying to figure out why he’d say that.

He cocks his head slightly and his eyebrows furrow.

“So you like me in my armor, hmm?” He smirks.

Your heart sinks and your eyes blow wide. Oh God no, why did he have to go searching for that.

“Stop, get out of my head,” you grumble.

His fingers don’t stop and makes you swallow a cry.

“I knew there was something else you were hiding from me… I just didn’t expect it to be that,” he says proudly.

“Stop talking,” you groan, frustrated your dirty little secret is out in the open. Your body begs for release and he’s taking his sweet time to get you there.

“Do you want to see me in it now?” He teases.

“No,” you say through your teeth, trying to keep it together.

He pulls his fingers out of you and you watch as he unbuckles his pants. You sit there a complete mess as he teases you, not giving you what you want. You watch his hand reach inside his pants and pull his hard cock out. You cuss under your breath and need him more than is humanly possible. The slightest touch from him now is going to make you fall apart.

He guides his tip to your wet core and pushes it in slightly. You bite on your lip to not moan but he knows how he can make you weak.

“Okay, I won’t wear the armor tonight,” he groans, pushing more of his cock inside your snug entrance. “I’ll wear it tomorrow.”

It wasn’t a prospect, it sounds like a promise.

An image of him in it flashes in your mind and you lose all control. He pulls your body more forward on the counter and ravages you with kisses. You groan into his mouth as he plunges harder and deeper into you. You love every second of it.

You couldn’t keep up with the way he was taking you and kissing you with so much need and passion, it nearly blinded you. You wrap your legs around his waist and make him go deeper, making you muffle your cries of pleasure into your hand. You feel your muscles tensing and your walls fluttering around him. He buries himself to the hilt while he whispers in your ear.

“Cum for me like I’m in my armor now. Show me how much you’d cum,” he coos.

Your walls squeeze around him and stars flood your vision. He grinds his hips into you and groans heavily in your ear. Each long thrust making you a puddled mess.

“Fuck that’s a good girl, that’s it. Keep squeezing me,” he moans.

Your hands pull at his hair, eliciting a heavy growl from him. Your climax rolls through you like a tidal wave, crashing over and over with every thrust of his cock.

Your legs shake and can’t hold on around his waist anymore. You let them fall and hang off the counter. He picks them up and hold them at his waist. His hips keep moving in a agonizing pace and watches his cock plunge in and out of you.

“So pretty when you’re filled with me. Looks like you’re about to split in two,” he teases.

“Loki please,” you plead, not sure what you need from him at this point.

“Fuck, say my name like that again,” he commands.

“Loki,” you whimper.

He kisses your lips and groans at the feeling. He moves more erratically and you feel his cock pulse inside you. You whimper at the feeling of him pouring his hot cum, making your walls flutter and squeeze around him. Your body feels not on this earth and you can’t think straight. His hips don’t slow down and feel weak. All you want is for him to continue to make you feel ungodly pleasure and beg for it in a thousand different ways.

He stays buried inside you and places kisses on your neck that surely has marks on it by now. You look into his eyes and see a wild beast still hungry for more. You pull at his shirt and don’t want him to go anywhere.

“Come on, let’s go home, I have so much more to show you,” he quips with a smirk.

*

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Things shifted for the first time one night. You’d crept down into the kitchen in search of something to eat. But maybe it was late enough at night that your brain wasn’t firing correctly. You stood there for a long time, bathed in the light spilling out of the refrigerator as you blankly pondered the shelves. Something brushed against the small of your back, making you jolt forward and bit and straighten. As you did, you tried to spin around to face whatever was going on behind you, but you got caught on the door and stumbled.

Strong arms slid around your waist and pulled you in against someone’s body. It wasn’t like you were about to fall flat on your face, but maybe that sleepy part of you appreciated the support nonetheless. A breathy giggle slipped out of your mouth, making you want to hide your face. Instead, you patted the intruder’s chest and tried to straighten up again.

It was Loki. Loki had startled you, and then he’d caught you, and now he was still resting his hands on your hips. Even when you made eye contact with him, he didn’t recoil. That seemed… nice. You swallowed a little too hard—and cringed when you realized he’d probably heard it.

“Hey. Slinking around the Tower at night is creepy, you know.” You regretted the words as soon as you’d said them: they sounded too much like something one of the others might say to him. You did your best to soften the words with an apologetic smile and met his eyes. Thankfully, he didn’t seem hurt.

“You’d been standing there for a while. I wanted to be sure you hadn’t fallen asleep.” He did let his touch slip away then, and took the tiniest of steps backwards, jutting his chin towards the fridge behind you. “And perhaps I was growing impatient. It looks like we had the same idea tonight.”

And that was the night that two things happened: First, it sparked a long-standing tradition of meeting up with Loki in the dead of night so you could sit on the floor across from one another and eat your fill of midnight snacks. Second, something in your reaction to him must have made it clear to Loki that you didn’t particularly mind when he touched you. He started doing it more. It wasn’t anything big, just little brushes against your back or shoulder when you passed each other in the hallways, or a gentle hand on your knee if he joined you at those silly Team Bonding Movie Nights.

Incidentally, it was at one of those nights that you took things a step further. In the beginning, when Loki had first come to stay in the Tower, he wouldn’t have been caught dead at anything like that. Not that anyone could possibly blame him. Still, they meant a lot to Thor, and so, from what you understood, he was incessant in trying to get Loki to join everyone else for every single one.

So, the first night that Loki actually showed up to one of them—hovering in the doorway like a shadow—you had to fight, hard, to hide your shock. He looked tense, borderline unsure of himself (who, Loki? Never…), at least until he spotted you. When he did, he straightened his shoulders a bit and allowed his mouth to curl into a smile as he sauntered over to join you on the sofa.

After that, he still didn’t come to every movie night. Some small part of you was convinced that he didn’t want to be so predictable. When he did show up, he seemed happy to sit with you and sometimes share popcorn and usually trade dry quips back and forth as the films unfolded. One night, you were having trouble keeping your eyes open. It’d been a long week, that was all, and still you’d forced yourself to come instead of going straight to bed because it felt like it’d been so long since you had any sort of normal interaction with people who weren’t your mortal enemies. You didn’t notice when Loki showed up, at least until he dropped into his spot beside you and made you jump.

“Ah, hey,” you said as you shifted a little closer to him. You did your best to keep the roughness of sleep out of your voice. “I didn’t think you were gonna show.”

“I’m glad I did. You looked bored out of your mind. Was someone yearning for the sparkling vivacity I always bring with me?”

You wanted to knock him down a peg. You wanted to give him a scathing look, perhaps even an eyeroll, and assure him that you were just tired, not yearning. You wanted to make his eyebrows shoot halfway up his forehead the way you sometimes could. But what came out of your mouth was almost the direct opposite of all of that:

“Always, Loki. You know that.”

At least it seemed to render him speechless. He didn’t say much else after that, and then someone hit the lights and started the movie. For a long time, you kept your head tilted backwards to rest it against the back of the sofa. The movie was fine, but certainly not thrilling enough to keep you awake for very long. Your eyelids began to droop, and the last thing you could remember was musing about how you hoped you didn’t snore while Loki was sitting right there.

The next time you opened your eyes, something had changed. The room was quiet and some of the lights had come back on. More importantly, though: your head was resting on Loki’s shoulder and he had his arm around your shoulders, tracing gentle patterns against your shoulder. You didn’t move for a long time. Clearly the movie had ended some time ago. It sounded like it was just the two of you in the room now—the others had cleared out. You wanted to sit up and apologize to Loki for making him uncomfortable, but… also, you didn’t want to move. The way he was touching you was giving you the loveliest thrills: here and there, you could feel goosebumps erupt just beneath your skin.

God, you feel nice.

The thought came unbidden, and brought with it an icy rush of horror in the hazy few moments it took you to determine that you hadn’t actually spoken the words aloud. But Loki did not laugh, or stop touching you, or try to pull away, so… maybe you were safe. You let out a breath that sounded just a little too shaky in the quiet that surrounded you.

“You sleep like the dead.” He kept his voice low, and turned his head slightly so that he was speaking more or less into the top of your head. At the same time, he tightened his grip on your shoulder like he knew you’d be likely to try to pull away. Strangely, your instinct was only to press your face a little more firmly against him as though you could hide there. He laughed, and you felt it more than you heard it, with the way it rumbled through his chest.

“ ‘s been a long week,” you replied. You should definitely be sitting up now, right? How long was it appropriate for you to continue hanging all over him like this? You rubbed at your eyes and yawned. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. I’m sorry.”

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for.”

You stayed there for a while, knowing full well that you’d probably be more physically comfortable lying in bed but also that Loki’s presence, and his fingers against your skin, was soothing in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Things stayed like that for a while. Tenuous. Uncertain. He went on touching you, and appeared to take special pleasure in the way he could so easily conjure forth goosebumps and shivers when he did. He did not gloat about your reactions to him, or tease you for the same, but sometimes you would catch an especially tender smile on his face when he thought you weren’t looking at him. It made a certain kind of warmth grow in the very center of your chest.

But that was all it was, really, just warmth and secret smiles and not much else. Loki was difficult to read, even for you, and so it was impossible for you to tell whether you were alone in how you were feeling. Most of the time, you remained fairly certain that you were. That’s how things had always been for you thus far in life, after all, so it made sense to continue assuming the same. Still, there were sometimes these little moments with him where the air felt just a little too heavy and he looked at you just a little too long and it made you wonder if you were wrong.

You found out for sure on a mission. It was an all-hands-on-deck kind of thing, and that meant Loki suited up and flew out there with you. For most of the mission, everyone had a very specific role to play, but just as things were starting to wrap up, everything went wrong, and those roles were cast aside in favor of an all-out battle to survive. There were too many enemies, and too many ways to lose. The smell of blood was thick in the air, and your stomach churned when you thought about how much of that blood belonged to your teammates.

You made a fatal mistake. You lost focus. Wanda was somewhere nearby, and when you heard her cry out in pain, you took your eyes off of your own target. In a heartbeat, they’d forced you to your knees and pressed their knife to your throat. You didn’t have time to make a sound. You barely had time to blink. That was it. You’d had a good run, you supposed, but this was how you were going to die. On your knees. Alone. Surrounded by the sounds of your stronger teammates fighting like hell in their own losing battles.

Blinding light filled the room. It hurt; you had to close your eyes. Was that what death was like? Someone nearby was screaming, but you couldn’t make any sense of it. You could only hope that it wasn’t you. You kept your eyes closed even after the light faded, at least until someone dragged you to your feet with a bruising grip. Loki choked out your name.

Only then did you try to open your eyes.

Death was there in that room with you. All of the enemies were gone, sprawled out in pools of blood and staring sightlessly at the ceiling. The sounds of the battle had faded away, leaving your ears feeling almost hollow. And Loki’s hands were on you again, roaming your sides, your throat, your cheeks as though searching for injuries. His eyes were wild.

“Did you—” But you didn’t know how to finish that sentence. Was he the one who created that light? Had he somehow used the power of light to slay the enemies in the darkness? Did he know how poetic that was? Why did he look so insane right now? With a hand that trembled (it’s probably the adrenaline, that’s all, really), you reached out to touch his cheek.

He slanted his mouth across yours and kissed you, hard, right there in the middle of the rest of the team and an army of corpses. As he did, he wrapped one arm around you to crush you against his body and gripped the back of your neck with his other hand. He was trembling. You worked your own useless hands up through his hair and tugged on it as you kissed him back. It was hard to focus on anything else. He became the very center of the universe to you: him and his lips and his teeth and the way he was keeping you on your feet even as he stole your breath.

Of course the others had choice things to say when all was said and done, and Fury had an endless barrage of questions and tests for Loki, none of which he appreciated, but Loki remained steadfast. From that moment on, it was like he couldn’t bear not to be touching you. It started out as a little frantic and forceful at least while the nearness of the memories of that battle made things feel so shaky, but quickly it mellowed out. He held your hand instead of crushing it. He stroked your cheek instead of gripping it. His embraces never loosened entirely, but eventually his muscles stopped trembling as he held you, and it allowed you to relish in the contentment.

Make no mistake: He still kissed you fiercely. After a lifetime of abandonment and neglect, it was like he was full to the brim with affection that he needed to share. However that was possible, you luxuriated in it. Whenever he kissed you—early in the morning, when you were barely awake; in the bright light of the afternoon, when you were so close to getting caught up in the stress of the workday; in the evenings, as you allowed yourself to relax against him; late at night, with sleep weighing heavily on your eyelids or the choked-off moans from a nightmare still filling the room—he did it like it was breathing. He’d come so close to losing you that day, he sometimes said, that he couldn’t stand the thought of ever kissing you like it couldn’t possibly be the last.